Picture From The Pacific

This kid has attitood! Today, for the first time, I saw a photo of the grandchild of my boyhood guardian, Temeeti. My father was an itinerant missionary in the Pacific, travelling from island to island, village to village. Temeeti provided for our family in primitive circumstances, where Europeans would not survive. I followed him everywhere like a lamb. We caught octopus, slaughtered chickens, husked coconuts ... He cut my hair, picked me up asleep in village meeting houses, helped me safely off boats. He had a very big influence on my life. I believe he deeply changed my outlook on the world, perhaps more than anyone apart from my parents.