ORANGIE, ORANGIE!

I'm going to share a personal story today. ^.^ its not entirely personal, but my dad once did something really nice that made a difference on a Korean woman.
My daddy was a soldier in the army, at boot camp, and was put in a camp thing in Korea.

A day or so ago, me and my family were eating dinner, and my daddy brought up his days in Korea. He said:
 "Once I was just walking down the sidewalk, casually peeling an orange, and this lady that your mom had a soft spot for went walking past me, and seeing me eating the orange, she burst out into tears. I didn't know why at first, but you see, people can't get  oranges in Korea---they cost a lot of money. Someone like her couldn't have oranges. I was an American soldier--i was treated better. I could just stroll down to the market and get myself an orange, and not even think about it. "
 So Daddy walked down to her little shop, and asked her what was the matter; Of course, he couldn't understand a word of the
Korean that she was ranting away--but he understood this: "Orangie, Orangie!" she cried in her distress. She sobbed,"Orangie!"
"alright!" Daddy said, being the  guy he is, he said, "ill walk right down there and get you a whole bag!They're just around the corner!"
 She didn't understand what he said, saying he'll be right back, but he left for the market. He, determined to stop the poor old lady's tears, got this huge paper bag and started taking out bundles and putting them in.
He then strolled down to the store. Holding the bag, he asked the lady, casualy, if she had one of those little mini strawberry-banana milk-shakes. She nodded, eying that big brown paper bag as she reached under the counter for it. When she brought it up, Daddy gave her a smart look, and hauled the oranges onto her counter.
" Are these enough to pay with?"
At this, the poor lady just broke down into tears. She begged him to let her pay for it, but good ol' Daddy refused(besides, soldiers got in trouble for  selling the Koreans anything!). This was more than she could take, the poor lady. She either really loved oranges, or she realized that she could sell all of those in her little shop! I honestly don't know, because my dad and this lady didn't use the same language---but even in a forein land, Christianity reaches out. This proves how even the tiniest action, no matter where you are, makes the difference!
HOOSHAH and God bless,
Abbey