One day, like many other days I would walk on the bumpy road, dry and dusty and with my red flip-flops on, stroll past the turkey Lady's' house that looked more like an old shed and while passing make a gobble, gobble sound so that the turkeys would answer me and they did every time, 'gobble gobble'. little things always made me happy!
There halfway and to my amazement there was our taxi man with very long needle like poles sticking into his skin all over his back and face, with colourful stuff on the top of the whole thing. I can't explain how I felt except why did he do that and that it must of been really painful.
His name was Victor and he was Indian ( I think ) I was very worried about him and asked around why?
I was told by someone that he had run over a little girl who was seven years of age and it was his way of punishing himself for taking a life, even though it was an accident. So once a year on the day she was killed for seven years, he would stick these long pins into his body and walk up and down the street to show how very sorry he was. It gave him holes in his face. I don't know for sure if the story was true but I learned that if you do something you know is wrong, you must pay for it in some way. I'm glad Victor doesn't have to do that anymore. May peace be with you Victor ( hug ) thank you for taking us to the swimming pool safely.
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