*formerly posted on "Welcome, International Students!" blog
Recently, a memorable key chain broke off from my car keys. It was a key chain that my parents bought for me as a little boy at the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio. It said "RICH" (which some of my friends, classmates, and relatives have called me over the years).
Looking back, what I remember most from that day was a moment with my oldest brother (who has since passed away). I remember getting really hungry, so my brother agreed to take me over to the restaurant area to buy some food. In front of us in line were an older brother and a younger brother. I think they were the same exact ages as my brother and me. They were born in one of the countries in the Middle Eastern/North African area of the world. They were wearing clothing that was traditional from their country, including headdresses of some sort.
We talked for a bit with the brothers. It was funny how much we were just like them. I do not remember all of the specifics, but I do remember that I wanted nachos and cheese just like the other little brother. He and I were both very happy to eat!
As a kid, I still remember learning the concept "Don't talk to strangers". Yet, in this case, these brothers were not strangers--they were just like my brother and me.
It's amazing how kids can see and experience the world in such a pure light. I hope my kids get to experience moments like this.
Recently, a memorable key chain broke off from my car keys. It was a key chain that my parents bought for me as a little boy at the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio. It said "RICH" (which some of my friends, classmates, and relatives have called me over the years).
Looking back, what I remember most from that day was a moment with my oldest brother (who has since passed away). I remember getting really hungry, so my brother agreed to take me over to the restaurant area to buy some food. In front of us in line were an older brother and a younger brother. I think they were the same exact ages as my brother and me. They were born in one of the countries in the Middle Eastern/North African area of the world. They were wearing clothing that was traditional from their country, including headdresses of some sort.
We talked for a bit with the brothers. It was funny how much we were just like them. I do not remember all of the specifics, but I do remember that I wanted nachos and cheese just like the other little brother. He and I were both very happy to eat!
As a kid, I still remember learning the concept "Don't talk to strangers". Yet, in this case, these brothers were not strangers--they were just like my brother and me.
It's amazing how kids can see and experience the world in such a pure light. I hope my kids get to experience moments like this.