Dreams When We Are Young

            Last Saturday, the sky was overcast. I had my umbrella with me when I had my morning walk. 10 minutes before I reached my home, I passed by my neighbor who was having an Antique Garage Sale. As it started to rain, he began moving the items back to the garage. I walked up to his garage and we started to talk about his collections, he had 3 pianos with many other collector’s items for sale.
            He asked me to sit down, since there were no customers. He told me he is from the Middle East, and started to tell me that when he first came to the USA as a student, he was only allowed to bring $250.00 UA dollars with him and he had no idea how he was going to pay his school’s tuition. The school was very helpful about his financial troubles and  told him that he can attend school and work at the school as tuition. He began to work at the cafeteria washing dishes and was able to pay his tuition in full.
            Additionally, he went through a lot of hardships that only first generation immigrants would understand. I myself am a first generation immigrant, so I do understand. I connected with him on many levels that day, because although I came from a different country, I faced similar hardships.
            He told me that when he was young, he saw injustices in his country – he longed to study abroad. His dream was to return to his home country and help to make a better home for his countrymen. His attempts to raise issues of the injustices back home were unsuccessful while he was in college. He realized that he was not able to make a difference, and unfortunately began to give up when his “life” took over. He got married, had kids, and although he is happy, his dream was never made into reality.
I’m sure many of you can relate. Did you ever have a dream so extravagantly once upon a time, but the dream began to diminish as reality hit, and we found yourself hopeless and give up? It seems sad, but it is the fact of life. Life works in mysterious ways. I had similar dream when I was young, but later I found myself having a hard time to handle a husband and two sons. We both had a good laugh and I had a chance to meet my neighbor and got to know more about his life and where he came from.
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