tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568630841434623653.post8984268163217944497..comments2024-01-10T11:24:59.581-06:00Comments on Nib's End: GenerosityNib's Endhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00820552995581749771noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6568630841434623653.post-10473142760886900472015-10-07T02:36:54.146-05:002015-10-07T02:36:54.146-05:00I remember the missionary family and to me , as a ...I remember the missionary family and to me , as a new Christian, it made my heart sad. Now in retrospect I think some of the dear little old ladies I met at church ( and surely one of them sent the teabags ) probably really thought she was giving them something they would appreciate , AFTER she'd had her own tea. A tiny bit more of a generous heart might have caused her to send something a family in the land of amazing tea could appreciate more, but she was probably ignorant of the truth of life in India. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, sometimes ignorance is stupidly tragic. Your last line " I rarely throw a teabag into the trash bin without being reminded of it" is true of me too.KathyB.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13076933273610590290noreply@blogger.com