Phil, as a seasoned farmer, watched quietly as his African host family dug a garden around their land. They made heaps of dirt, the length and width of burial mounds. He was dying to tell them how to make rows, how to till the soil and plant the seeds, but he held his tongue. He couldn’t figure why they would do it this way but assumed there had to be a reason. Don, however, wasn’t as patient as Phil. He took up a hoe and smoothed out their mounds, confidently saying “This way will work better for you.” Confused, the family generously let him at it. But the mounds were there again the next morning. This frustrated Don, and he became incensed that his family would be so impolite to their guest. So he asked if he could plant his garden, next to theirs, to show them how it would grow. Then the yearly rains came….and came….and came….the deluge wiped out Don’s garden, but the family had quite a bountiful crop during harvest season, thanks to the “burial mounds” that kept the beds lifted.