Tonight he found out that his friend from his native country just became a school principal.
His friend called my dad all the way from around the globe.
My dad is so moved and overwhelmed with joy.
You see, in other parts of the world outside of the US, it’s hard to become, “anything”. His friend who is probably in his late 50’s, “made it”.
His friend had such a terribly difficult life and he and my dad would often eat together at my dad’s childhood home.
My father grew up in a more modern and affluent household than the many others in his native homeland. His parents, my grandparents shared their wealth with their neighbors and fed everyone in their village.
My grandmother grew everything in her backyard, pickled it all and just shared the wealth.
My father grew up with this friend of his and he is so happy that his friend has made it too.
It’s very rare to see my father cry. Yes, wine does bring out the truth, and my father, as solid as he is, he has such depth and sensitivity.
it really brings into perspective what we all Americans strive for….for the most part, the majority seeks stability and hey, that’s where I am….enough money to pay bills, rent, groceries, and an occasional night out for pizza.
Would I love to have more, if even the above mentioned? Absolutely yes.
But our world has changed and is still changing….priorities become needs and needs become wants.
What are YOUR priorities? That glam car? That fancy home in Vicenza?
I dont’ know about you all, but I think it’s good to keep the dreams alive, regardless of the present situation we’re all in.
I’m just struggling to make my car payments, get my dog all of his needs/vaccinations/food which I do, I’d rather starve than see him struggle, bills paid, you get it….
We’re living in a living history of the US…for those of you who are in the US reading this.
The American Dream needs to be refined and re-defined.
Cuz right now, ain’t no one dreaming of a white picket fence.
I don’t know where it’s all going, I am concerned, but all I know is that I am safe and for the most part I am sound.
I am poor, but I am blessed.
I gave my father a warm wash cloth for his face, tears dry out the face.
I made him green tea and brought him a huge cup of water for the morning after…wine always dries out the mouth.
I love my father. He’s my rock of sanity.
i guess that’s why he married my mom who’s a rock of insanity.
Balance is key, but seriously?
He’s been sick for a month plus now…I’m worried…….
Anyways, I’m very happy to share in the happiness of his friend’s lovely fortune.
There’s more I want to write, but for another random day.
I’ll spare you all.