"My name is Emmanuel, as in Emmanuel Kant (the German philosopher), but we are not related" this kind older gentleman said to me in German. He had asked me if my heritage was German (which it is), and so we began to converse. This was all while I was learning to samba.
Samba as in ballroom dance samba. However, with his age and my lack of skill I'm sure our samba was nearer to a slow shuffle. Emmanuel is from Romania. "Here I am," I thought to myself,"speaking German with a Romanian in Hawaii while dancing the Brazillian Samba. This is my life."

The ballroom dancing was a blast and I look forward to learning more. Waltz, swing, salsa, rumba, meringue, cha cha cha.... Not exactly the typical weekend activities, but fun. I had several moments this weekend in which I was simply happy to be alive and appreciative that God has blessed me so. God is good.