Through the sound of the steady beating rain drops, I was sure I could hear a chainsaw.   When I went outside to investigate, I saw him there in his bright yellow slicker.  My friend Anthony from Uganda. He was removing the old trees in our yard that were on our very long list of "things we would hopefully be able to get to someday".  When I asked why, his answer was simple. "I knew you wanted these down, and I knew an old couple that needed fire wood for heat.  The two seemed to go together. These are the ways of a village."  Instant tears, and an instant reminder that though our world seems big and way too busy, it is just a village, and I hope more of us can act like villagers.