May 7, 1956 - Fellow

 Fellow

   The saying goes that, pretty or not, one's hometown is always the most beautiful in memory.  I have a particularly deep sense of the people in my hometown.  It's not just me.  Other people I meet from my hometown feel the same.  I remember that, after I came to Hong Kong, I met a fellow countryman by chance.  How gracious and wonderful!  That's Mayan.  He was a friend of mine when I was younger.  I saw him only occasionally for ten years.  It was a wonder when we met in Hong Kong.  Even better was that, one morning at about 6:00, I met Sheik Huang's grandfather near a small hut.  He was the elder of my countrymen.  We hadn't met before.  We talked, got acquainted and slowly got to know each other.  For various reasons, there are not many people from my township in Hong Kong anymore,  Recently, I have met some of my fellow countrymen through my work.  Tonight, I met three more at Mr. Hong Yulong's home.  He lived near Sunset Hill in Basement 14.  I heard that he works for Jingmen Souvenir Company.  We talked a bit;  I knew that he does not believe in Jesus so Mrs. Hong and I have told him some truths about the Lord.