How much do you really know about one another?

I have been reading through a few of these blogs today, and thought ,how much do I really know about people. I have been writing blogs on here for many years .Many replies from people say I write from the heart, but what do they really know about what’s in my heart.I show small bits of myself in my writing I would think.People only show the bits they want to at any one time,I think it’s very hard to really know a person until you live with them for awhile.People change every day I know when I look back at the young me I see so much change,I hope it’s for the better but it’s the me I  am now !

The young me went to New Guinea as a lay missionary, to do wonderful things to help people that had nothing .I learnt that they had everything, as they loved each other, were happy in their way of life and didn’t sit and expect things to come to them ,they worked for it in their own ways.I did lots of walks in the Bush with my young girls that accompanied me it was lovely to see the way they laughed and chatted to each other along the way..They would call out to people on the ridges and you could hear them reply even though you couldn’t see anyone ,but they knew people were about in the gardens and would reply to them.i always felt safe on those walks .I knew those girls would look after me all the time,they may have been a little slow at warning me like the time I heard them yell” look out Miss Kathy” I looked around they were both sitting up the tree,I said “what “they pointed to a great big green snake I was just about to walk on.I though now what am I to do I can’t climb the tree so I stood my ground the snake slowly passed in front of me.the girls slid down and continued the walk as if nothing had happened .

There was something about the villages they had this protective band around us.I was on the station with another girl she was a teacher ,and there was a priest. The people knew we were their to help them and they protected us like mother hens, but if there was trouble they knew they could come to us for help .like the time I heard this chatting going on under our house I walked out and most of the village was under there.

It turned out that one of the men was causing trouble  chasing everyone with the bow and arrow ,saying he was going to kill them all.He  chased everyone out of the village so they ran to us for help.Of course it had to be when I was there alone.Two men wanted me to  go to the village and get him“what do you think I can do” I asked .”Get your big needle and stick it in him then call the police to come get him”I was the nurse up there.Sounded so easy ,”How we going to catch him to put this needle in him “ I asked” .Oh you just walk up there we will get him to go into the mens house you wait for him” .Sound like I might get killed but as I am the only one there I have to try.”Come on then let’s go “I said after collecting my needle the biggest one I could find as I had no idea who I was dealing with or how long I needed  to put him out for, as time in New Guinea was very laid back, most common saying was “She be right misses” .

We walked into the village ,it was very quite ,there was a feeling of expectedness about the place, that might of been coming from me as I was sure I was about to die.I don’t think I had ever been in a village and not seen little children playing around, not ever a dog came to meet us.Joseph motioned for me to go wait in the men’s  house to wait as they had checked he wasn’t there.After a few minutes I looked up at the door and seen this very sleek tall man just looking at me with his big smile on his face, and his bow in hand.I looked at him he looked at me,I seen the thoughts going through his mind, “What are you  doing here .”I couldnt tell you what my mind was thinking I felt numb and just sat there thinking I am dead .Joseph and his off sider walked in at that moment and motioned to me to go do my thing, and they would get hold of him .So in a moment of sheer fear I leapt  at him ,hoping that Joseph and his mate were fast.They managed to get hold of him as I plunged my needle through the dirty old shorts he was wearing, hoping I wasn’t about to kill the man. He just slid slowly to the ground and the men tied him up put him to rest on the bench, while I walked up to the house to contact the mission house to send in the police to collect him.

This time I was the protector in their minds but on the other hand they protected me. I don’t really know what is in other’s hearts ,but at times there is more then we know or expect.I think trust comes into life a lot more then we realise because without trust I couldn’t of done the things I did and the natives trusted me to do it too.Our hearts are big there is room for lots of emotions ,but when we look at a heat it’s very small compared to the body.I am just glad we are able to love and trust others makes our life’s what we want it to be ,so for me I say go on enjoy your life as it is whatever makes you happy as long as your not hurting anyone else.


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  1. Welcome back Mac…..an intriguing story…..hope you have many more that you will share with us…….no one but no one can ever really know what goes on in anothers mind and heart…..