There are three men in my church, all transplants from out of town. One of their wives called them Triple C because all their family names begin with C.
Senior C1 hailed from the Capital city. C2 comes from Sarawak and C3 was born in Perlis. C1 accepted the Lord recently and was baptised. C2 has been a faithful servant of God for many years. It was he who brought C1 and C3 to his adopted church. I met up with C1's wife briefly right before I returned to the peninsular. She related the long story of how her husband ended up working in a plantation about an hour by car from where I live. I must say that it is rather unusual that a transplanted manager from hundreds of miles away would bump into two others to form a tightly knitted little care group for all practical purposes.
When one of the Cs was hospitalised, the second C took care of transportation and registration while the third C cooked for him and sent the food to the hospital. Then when the patient was discharged, he was taken back to the bigger apartment and the other two Cs cared for him until he could return to his working place.
For the current academic term, 3 teenagers from my church are going over to Perak to attend an English intensive course. One of the three Mrs C assumed the role of the guide to help them look for rooms and settle down. This is cultural exchange at its best in a country of two geographical portions separated by the South China Sea.
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