The gash in my head is healing nicely. Ten minutes into day one, I ducked a piece of falling angle iron that put a nice dent in my forehead. The “bloody American” was my name for the day.
Several of us have nicknames. Sergei is “John Belushi” thanks to looking like the Samuri warrior character from Saturday Night Live. Maksim is “Gonsheek” (race car driver) because he drives very fast.
There are a few things that have struck me. One is Maksim’s optimism and appreciation for having life. His reply to me about having a big family is that God has given him life and that is reason enough to help others and that is why he is adopting two more children (he and Sveta have two already). When he prayed at dinner the other night, his first sentence was simply “thank You for life”.
Maksim’s approach is so different than the other eastern European immigrants I know that live in America. He is not jaded. He is not pessimistic. He is not pre-occupied with “getting ahead” as the world would interpret.
Maksim has been very refreshing for my own perspective and my own faith. Well worth the knot in my head and the scar to remind me that simple faith is all that’s needed.
Poka. – Anthony