Garbage Man
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When Nehemiah was young (like 2 years old) and we lived in North Minneapolis, the highlight of his day was sitting outside our front door and waiting for the garbage truck to come, pick up the trash from the large resident facility across the street, and then drive away. His consistent clapping and cheering for the garbage man began garnering honks from the driver each day. Nehemiah even delivered him a bag of cookies one day. The week before we left the States for good, he said goodbye to his friend:
From that point Nehemiah Nehemiah was talking about being a garbage man (or possibly a garbage man at an airport). So, he was a natural fit when the position of “Waste Collector Assistant” opened up at our residence. You see, Chadians tend to view the ground as a great big trash bin. Therefore, everyday we have trash all over the place outside our door. Nehemiah helps me sometimes to pick it up. We put the burnable items in the burn barrel while Nehemiah takes non-burnable items away in a wheelbarrow to a nearby wadi (dry waterbed) and dumps them there.
Here he is one day, shoveling the trash from the street in front of our house into Ali’s family’s tireless wheelbarrow, so he can take it down to the wadi:
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I was just thinking about Nehemiah today when I took the garbage out, and remembering how he used to want to be a garbage man. =]