I was only eight years old when my family moved to Canada. At that time, I only spoke Cantonese. I don't recall what it was like when school started and I didn't understand what the teacher was saying. I do remember trying to cheat off the boy next to me during a spelling test, LOL! Sometimes I wonder what it is like to live in a foreign country and not being able to communicate with the locals. WAIT A MINUTE, that was me nine years ago! How quickly I forget.
Anyways, I've gotten to know the workers at the Chinese take out at Soriana. There are four of them working there. A husband and wife and two other men. Last week, the wife asked me if I could recommend a good local doctor to her. I proceeded to give her directions to the clinic that I go to when she stopped me. "I don't speak Spanish, can you go with me?" Well, duh, I had completely forgotten about the language issue. No problem, I told her, I will make the appointment for you and take you there next week.
Today, we, (the husband, wife and I) went to the clinic and received very good news. She is 3 months pregnant with her first child and I was fortunate enough to be there to help and translate. I was also there to see the first image of their child along with them. Almost makes me want to have another child, NOT! I'll just play with theirs.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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I just had a friend tell me he was unable to make an order with the Chinese Takeout at Soriana's because they spoke neither Spanish or English. Kinda hard on business - I hope others try harder
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