I have about eight friends; not people I know or say aloha to but, friends. True, really good, aloha all around they’re `ohana kind of friends.
I know a lot of people. Graduated with over 400 classmates, plus so and so’s friend, or eh yeah that person dances for my sister hālau, or um yeah always see um out in the Hawaiian community, and you get the idea.
My kāne pointed out that from all of the people I know I’m pili to the eight that I don’t have much in common with, almost nothing except for our mutual pilina hoa aloha.
In manaʻo Hawaiʻi hoa are a mea “o” class. You don’t choose your hoa, they choose you. I can’t really explain why or how my eight hoa and I chose each other but, I know my pili-ness and aloha for them grew as our friendships did. So, even though we may have grown into different people, we grew together and supported each other on our different ala and huakaʻi.