Dear DKR,
Welcome to our rag tag band of MKs and friends. Your account is very interesting.
If it is any consolation, some of us were also an ethnic minority at the various boarding schools we attended. Some of us found we were treated well and those of us who were in PNG, experienced considerable discrimination, which started at the top and worked its way down. We were told it was a fact of life and to get used to it, but it still hurt and left scars that have taken a long time to heal.
It has puzzled me since my family joined NTM, why such prejudice was tolerated and why missionaries who clearly had outspoken racial views bothered going to countries that weren't inhabited by people that looked exactly like themselves.
Luckily where I come from is cause for curiosity on this excellent site, which has done much for healing those scars. It also helps that the only view most people have seen of me is the back of me on a bike, partially obscurred by a cute hound , as I am no oil painting
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Can't recommend any councilors, as the one I have has a full time job sorting out her husbands scrambled thoughts, for which I am extremely grateful and call her Mrs Bemused. One thing I have found most beneficial is writing. Thankfully my colleagues here are most tolerant of my constant rambling and I'm sure they will afford you the same kindness. We use a lot of humour (think of it like MASH, brilliant humour amongst tragedy), a bit of poetry and the occassional four letter word. Don't worry we've heard and read it all.
So welcome aboard. Put your feet up, help yourself to the inflight magazine and remember in case of emergency, one of your fellow passengers is bound to have read the card in front of you, with the nice pics of how to disembark in an emergency. Just take off the high heel shoes and put on the purple lifejacket and try not to blow it up before exiting
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Cheers