2010/08/04 W

Last Sunday on mywayb ack home for a needed hair cut, I was diverted to Temple Square.  I toured around, appreciating the minor changes that have taken place there.  I went through the Conference Center with a group of four, led by a brother named Theron and including two English (a man Mick and his wife) and two from a medical school at Duluth who were heading to their Idaho internship (Ryan and Lacey[?]).  I returned to the square and met two sisters from Uganda and the Philippines, whose names I think were Balmoi(?) and Talines.  They escorted me here and there, passing me off to another group at the family display in the North Visitor’s Center.  The sisters there were Ang, from Cambodia, and Trisha Carlile, a recent former Asian-ward member whose three out of four parts were Japanese.  I referred them to Myeong Seon, who I thought might accept their offer of free media.  I also met a sister from Chai Wan, Hong Kong whose name was Tong or Ling or something, called Lai Mei.

On Monday I went with Myeong Seon to the store, then dined with her at her house, leaving on her lent bike without incident.  On Tuesday were the class parties and so on at the ELC.  Afterward, I joined Ito Dan and Tatsunari (Dan’s elder brother) on their para-transit bus ride to their house.  They had another friend with them, 15-year-old Arai Mao.  We got there at about a quarter past five, and I spent the entire evening there talking and sharing dinner with them and their mother.  I left on foot just before midnight, and I arrived back home thirty minutes later.  I felt happy to have been able to get to know them better, and hoped I would be able to share more time with Tatsunari, who I discovered was less extroverted and somewhat more thoughtful than his younger brother, in my view due partially to his comparatively softer voice.  Tatsunari hopes to write a book or perform some other service to increase public esteem of disabled people.  Both of the brothers, nearing the end of their second decades, are bound to hand-controlled wheelchairs.  They lost an older sister in her ninth year, and an older brother aged twenty-one or so last year, to the same muscular debilitation that they now live with.  They arrived here three months ago with their mother to pursue mastery of English and then other academics.  I think an older brother of theirs (Jun) had once been a schoolmate of mine in LDSBC or somewhere.

On my way home, I reflected on my academically challenged but very enjoyable situation here at BYU.  I thought about what an interesting situation those Itos were in.  I regretted that I had assumed romance as a motivation in my relationship with Myeong Seon instead of social support.  Talking to Tatsunari, I had seemed to lose my sense of selfishness, and I thought about how small-minded it was for me to be spending energy thinking about finding a companion here at BYU when there was needful service to be done to others…

Ah.  Ran out of time.


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