Three years ago, this very week, my wife and I were in Peru, South America, on a mission trip.
We visited an area called Paracas, which is about 100 or so miles south of Lima on the PanAmerican Highway. The depths of poverty in Peru are as bad as you can imagine, times two. I'm almost tearing up as I sit here and think about it.
Anyway, on to the good stuff!! I had on an Alabama t-shirt and cap (it was ratrher hot down there...their spring is our fall), and the kids were pointing at my hat and cap and smiling. Our missionary friend told the kids that it was an American football team, and the team was strong and powerful. I then pointed to my cap and said "ROLL TIDE!!!". All the kids said "ROLL TIDE", or something close enough! They had no idea what they were saying, but it was super cool! Until we left, as a kid would approach me, they would say "Roll Tide".
I wish my story had a happy ending, but it doesn't. A major earthquake hit Peru, and the epicenter was just north of Paracas in a town called Pisco. Much of Paracas was swallowed by the Pacific Ocean.
I have often wondered and prayed about the folks we met in that region. I take some comfort in the fact that a big, fat gringo from Ft. Payne Alabama made those kids laugh and have fun, if only for a short while...
Happy Thanksgiving, and RTR.