What a blessed week God gave us that first week with Rumiko. I told you about drawing a picture of the Gramma who'd memorized Takashi's tract's back page and gotten saved. The second person who had her picture drawn gave us a gift of rice produced commercially on the island. Before we left, another islander gave us a yellow fruit from one of its branches. Rumiko told us it tasted like sweet potato, so we tried it with broccoli and cheese when it ripened, and I rather liked it! I wonder what it's called?
That fruit was given to us by one of the elderly folk we met for their 100-year-olds' calisthenics. Hey, I'm only in my 60's, and I think it was something I needed. No wonder these people stay in good shape and live long!
