Hey.

So tonight I was pretty tired. Not that I worked a lot in the afternoon, but it’s just the fact of starting a new job that is somewhat stressful. THE thing that really made me feel lost was this situation:

On Sunday, my supervisor asked me twice if I preferred speaking English. I told her I didn’t mind but that French was probably better since it’s my mother tongue. I thought that the lady maybe felt better speaking English, I had no clue. So today, at the end of my shift, my supervisor said to me, “I feel that you don’t understand me when I speak to you in French.” My lower jaw was ready to fall to the floor. I seriously think there is a problem here. Then I told her again that I understood French perfectly: “It’s my first language!” So I told her, I don’t mind speaking English, it’s all up to you, if you feel more comfortable in English, then please, use that language. She told me she was better in French then in English. And then, she started speaking English to me. I kept answering in French, I couldn’t hide my smile. I just thought it was non-sense!

Tonight was the GBUC again. I really did not feel like going, I was just tired. But eh, I still left at 6:30. While I was waiting at metro station a guy came to me and asked me if he was on the right line. And yes, he was on the right line. We then started to chat and he told me that he had just moved to Canada from Irak and today was his second day in the country! Crazy. He told me he was living at a Catholic church for now, we talked about the three main religions in Irak and how the Christians are treated in his country. So anyways, we kept chatting in the metro until I had to get out. What’s neat is that I had the opportunity to tell him that I was a Christian and I was going to a Christian meeting with university people. He asked me if he could go to church with me sometime, like tomorrow. Was I to say no? C’mon. So I left him my phone number and we’ll see if he calls. I thought it was just a neat little opportunity. He told me he has almost become a Christian because he sees how Christians respect eachother…. interesting.

Please, do not worry about me! I can easily picture my mom telling me I shouldn’t leave my phone number to strangers or trust people or even worse: meet up with them! I simply could not refuse to bring him to church, c’mon. I think that if we ever go to church together, I’ll try to bring a friend with me. So you can pray for him. I don’t remember his name, it sounded way to Arabic to my ears, but pray for him.