Some of you have heard me talk about the interesting English names the Chinese sometimes choose. There’s the typical ones: Sunny, Summer, Winter, Spring, etc. There are the disturbing: Sadness, Lucifer, Pain, Aphrodisiac… and then there are the comical. Three college friends, all boys, chose to be Apple, Orange and Banana. Apple got a job at the coffee shop first and then Orange second but Banana didn’t make the cut. Really. I didn’t make this up.
This blog is about Orange. His English isn’t that good and he’s a quiet soul. But then he met Sophie. She also worked at the coffee shop. She is a go-getter who majored in French. That’s how good her English is, she was allowed to take another foreign language after passing the English exam. She’s also a strong member of a fellowship similar to mine. Orange was not.
He is now. He went with Sophie and others from the coffee shop to a gathering and heard things he’d never thought about before. He took a swim last year and celebrates with the rest of us now about his name in a book I know about. And then he went off to Tibet to help his brother with a new business. He was away for less than a year. He couldn’t stay away from Sophie. Love is like that. It’s been a great privilege to be a witness to this story. Thank you for allowing us to be here.
Now I’m going to go have some fruit salad. For some reason I’m hungry for it.