I wanted to share something today which happened yesterday and which touched me a lot.
Some of you know I have had foreign students living with me for about 4 years now. This Spring, I’ve had a Brazilian 17 year old boy, Nicolas…he’s 6’4″, loves basketball (he knows every American basketball player of the last 50 years or so…even knows Bill Russell and Havlicek and Goodrich, the guys I grew up hearing about because my dad was such a fan!) and volleyball and has played them both well at the high school he goes to (the one I’m associated with) and he gets good grades, too. Very good looking, very responsible, couldn’t be more helpful. I get lucky every year, so far!
Nicolas took 2 weeks in Brazil for Spring Break and got back Friday. I asked him to accompany me yesterday morning to do a big grocery shopping….and a 93 year old friend who broke her hip needed some groceries, too, so he agreed to help me and then go with me to her house to deliver what I bought for her.
When we got to Elaine’s house, her 96 year old husband was sitting outside reading a novel and so we all went out to chat around their patio table. They found Nico as charming and nice as I do. David, her husband, was in the Navy and arrived at Pearl Harbor about 3 days after Dec 7, 1941! He showed us a book which had a photo of him and his fellow fliers, 5 of whom didn’t make it through the war, and told us a bit about what he’d seen.
Later, in the car, I thanked Nico for coming with me and helping them out a little with some house things, and spending a bit more time with them than I had told him! He said something that touched me so much….
“I am really glad I came. They are very nice people….and how many guys from Brazil get to meet someone who actually was AT Pearl Harbor so soon after the attacks?”
Maybe it doesn’t mean a lot to anybody else, but I love that this happened, that this boy appreciates something many wouldn’t quite understand and, on my Sunday Faith Blog, I’m thanking God for my having had kids from China, Mexico, Germany and Brazil, and what wonderful blessings I believe we’ve all had for their living here.
Last night, I made Nico corn on the cob, a baked potato with plenty of butter and a rib eye steak…..he couldn’t thank me enough…though it’s I who is so grateful.
It’s things like this which I believe we should ALL be grateful for…little things, meaningful things, things that take our minds from politics and other sadnesses in the world.
Have a great Sunday!