Does God really hate me?

Sometimes I can't tell. One thing about being a elevated peon is that you are responsible for giving bad and good news to the people in your group. Luckily I have a great group of instructors. I know of other elevated peons who have some real delinquents. These guys do enough so they are still in the bottom end of acceptability and won't get fired easily.

The other reason is that Sakamoto exists. He is one of the best guys I know anywhere. He took time out of his busy day to bring me to the hospital. He brought me a bento box there. He stayed to translate, which was good because they had no English speaking doctor at that time.
He even drove me around to deposit some money into my post office bank account and helped me pick up my prescription.

To top it off, today Sakamoto picked me up from the station and drove me home. He also came up and asked if I was okay for food. He looked in the fridge and nodded as I asserted that I could make some rice and blah blah blah. I was washing some dishes when I heard a knock at the door. Then I heard him say, "Hello. It's Sakamoto". When I let him in he brought a bag full of food. He brought over some bread, bananas, and some pasta to go for tomorrow morning. He had the I knew it look when he saw that I was making ramen. Mind you I was going to throw in some steamed vegetables into the ramen to make it healthy. What a great guy! What's even better is that he's fun to have around, especially when stripper poles are involved.

Anyway. He is one of the biggest reasons why I think God likes to test me now and then.