Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had a critter problem, and called a professional service a couple of years ago.  That seems to be under control, but we still have the guy come out every three months.  Why?  We adore this man.  He's an immigrant from Ghana, and was in a refugee camp for ten years.  He's lived here for twenty years, and we want him to continue seeing us for twenty years.  He's funny, warm, and brings sunshine when he visits.  Yesterday he showed up and my husband and he had a little chat about Trump.  They're both appalled by him.  But the guy was really upset about Mrs. Trump.  He said when he was in the camp rich people used to come to visit for photo ops in their fancy clothes and they had no idea about the lives of the refugees, nor did they want to know.  He felt the high heels were like a woman on stilts carefully keeping her polished toes from touching the ground that was beneath her feet.  I can't imagine what this man's life was, but he deserves better images of his new country that rich people stepping over the poor.  He brings the speech of truth with him when he comes, and we learn a little something.