We buy a bed

I stopped to meet a roadside vendor this week. We were advised not to. They are not to be trusted! It is too dangerous there! I had to stop. I looked a young man in the eye and made a deal with him. My whole family was invited into his shop. We walked thru the dark alley, into the dimly lit workshop where he proudly showed us his work. He agreed to make a wooden bed frame for us. We shook on it and left. Daily I stopped by to check his progress. He needed more time, began to make excuses for delays. Deadline of 3 days became 6. I decided to trust him, give him the benefit of the doubt. Today he finished the "best work of my life". He had taken extra time, used his best materials, to make the finest bed he could make. I insisted that he deliver it into our village. My whole family gathered around as it was moved into our home. He was beaming when I handed him 8,000 shillings ($123.00) Something else was in his eyes when I put my hand on his shoulder and asked if he would make another one for us. We made a new friend today.

Lewis