That reminds me if an incident many years back. My family took in Maori couple and their two kids who had been evicted. The husband was a gang enforcer and drug dealer who had made moves to live instead under Jesus Christ’s rule. To help him make the transition to honest work, I took a contract job with him picking kiwifruit. There was a dispute one day in the orchard over a radio/CD player. One boy was accusing the other of stealing it from him.
“It’s mine. You stole it off me.”
" But it’s not yours. You stole it yourself."
“Yeah. Well, it’s mine. I stole it first.”
