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An International Experience. . .


This (Saturday) morning I picked up a couple of suits from my tailor, which were left for minor alterations a week ago, and dropped off several pairs of chinos as well as a pair of khaki shorts that need a button reattached.

My tailor comes originally from Vietnam, where he learned his trade, but has been in Michigan for almost 30 years.  While I was trying on things, a tall, attractive 30-something young man came in with his mother to have a suit altered for a wedding, presumably his from the tone of the conversation.  

The two spoke good English with the tailor, but between themselves a variety of Spanish, which given the lisps overheard, I suspect might be Castilian or 'Spanish' Spanish as opposed to Latin American Spanish.  But my own knowledge of the language is very rusty at this point, so I could be mistaken.

Later, my tailor and I chatted while he printed up a new ticket, and I paid for the latest round of alterations.  He shared that his eldest daughter will be leaving for Yale in a few weeks to study Environmental Science.  And apparently she was accepted to four ivy league universities.  Yes!  He was extremely proud as he told me this news, and rightfully so. 

While the notion of The American Dream has taken a beating in recent years, it clearly still exists as exemplified by this man and his daughter.  Hard work, focus, and clear goals do indeed pay off.  This young woman surely has a bright future ahead of her.  

How nice to see and hear something positive during these otherwise ugly, anxious, and fearful times in which we live.

-- Heinz-Ulrich 


Anonymous said…
Very nice in deed. Each time I struggle to communicate with my Vietnamese tailor I think how I’d possibly starve if dropped in the middle of her country and had to make a living. As for “Spanish” Spanish, probably the most purely spoken Spanish I have ever experienced came from a woman who had dual citizenship and one parent from each country. They might not have been immigrants. Yet for sure, legal immigration is a great thing and America is the better for it.
Old School said…
Re: "How nice to see and hear something positive during these otherwise ugly, anxious, and fearful times in which we live."

That's precisely how I feel after reading one of your postings.

Thanks for the doses of civilization.
Thank you both for your kind words!

Best Regards,

Charlottesville said…
Thanks for sharing this wonderfully uplifting story, Heinz-Ulrich. Like your entire blog, as Old School points out, it is a welcome counterweight to the ugliness of so much around us these days.

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