I have a little story to tell you. From my dream. Once, there was a brown-skinned Asian seated inside a classroom. He pulled out a paper and a pencil and started to draw a picture. He drew a white-skinned, Western missionary taller and more handsome than himself, dining on fine food in a big luxury house, while he pictured himself back in the hills as skinny, balding, and starving to death. He whispers, "How could a missionary live and eat in luxury when there is much people around in poverty?" The penciled pictures reveal more than the words.
I have a little story to tell you. From my dream. Once, there was a brown-skinned Asian seated inside a classroom. He pulled out a paper and a pencil and started to draw a picture. He drew a white-skinned, Western missionary taller and more handsome than himself, dining on fine food in a big luxury house, while he pictured himself back in the hills as skinny, balding, and starving to death. He whispers, "How could a missionary live and eat in luxury when there is much people around in poverty?" The penciled pictures reveal more than the words.
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