No yulengor took action. Vainga, the Tongan market gardener, found out what had happened, drove in a likely direction, and then tracked him. He found him and then was faced with a 12 mile walk, carrying the man, who was too weak to walk. He ran out of water, so he shot a black cockatoo and drank its blood. No balanda could have saved the man, and no yulengor would have.
Persons matter more than roles.
Yulengor responded to us as the individuals we were, not as Helen the teacher or Mick the nurse. Even in my own family, I felt that I was primarily valued for my skills, as a clever person or a musician. By contrast, the yulengor liked me for the person I was, and I was touched by their acceptance. I also quickly learned that people are people, whatever the culture. Some are kind, some are not, some are beautiful, others ugly, some you like, and some you dislike.