Wednesday, June 14, 2017

American Dreams



As a public health nurse I spend my days visiting low-income housing complexes to see my clients, many of whom are refugees or immigrants. At one of these apartment buildings, I struck up an unlikely friendship with a young Burmese woman who was a fairly recent refugee and spoke little English. She wasn’t a patient of mine but she often sat on the broken concrete front steps as her young daughter played nearby and we developed a budding, if awkward, friendship. Over a year or so we would have hesitant talks as we each stumbled and tried to understand each other with no common language. She was taking an English as a Second Language class(ESL) and delighted in the opportunity to try out her skills with me each week as I walked into the building to serve her neighbors.  As the year passed, her English became better soon she was telling me about her family and I was telling her about mine.

Her favorite topic to speak about was her  “American dream”. She told me that in the refugee camp, she and her family(the few that were still living) would sit around and pass the time by dreaming of which country they may get chosen to go to. The years passed slowly in the camp and they thought up many dreams. They imagined that if they were able to go to America, they would live in a home of their own with green grass in the front yard and a pool in the backyard.

Now, here she was in America, living in a dilapidated apartment crawling with cockroaches and rodents and surrounded by people who did not want to employ her or form a relationship with her because of her lack of English and unusual dress. Yet, she never seemed disheartened. She would often have a folded up picture carefully torn of a magazine that showed a house with a bright green yard or of a sparking blue pool. Her dreams were alive even amidst the bleakness of her current residence.

One morning as I arrived, she came running out of her apartment-calling Nurse! Nurse!(I introduced myself as Mandi, but still she insisted on calling me Nurse). She proudly came over to me and pulled out her tiny, outdated flip phone. She said that she was still saving for her own home but would soon go live with her sister until she could afford her own. Her chest puffed up proudly as she said that her sister and her husband had purchased their very own home. She was so incredibly proud that she her smile was ear-to-ear.

Her happiness was contagious and I couldn’t help but smile as she found the blurry, poor-quality photo inside her old phone. We both squinted at the screen and I saw a tiny blue home with a green yard. I told her what a lovely home it was.

She continued to grin as she told me, “Nurse,  you haven’t seen the best part yet!” She scrolled to the next picture and again we squinted at the screen. The photo showed a tiny plastic, purple pool in the small backyard. Inside the pool a young girl sat proudly in a blue bathing suit and surrounding her were the feet of many adults, dipping their hot feet into the cool pool.


At first, with my jaded American eyes that are used to opulence, I admit to being saddened at the meager sight of this miniscule, plastic pool-- the kind of pool that could be purchased at the local big box store for less that the pay of a single hour’s work. But my heart opened as I heard the sweet woman next to me exclaiming that her sister had her very own pool. I realized that what I was seeing was not a kiddie pool at all. It was the very manifestation of a simple and beautiful American dream.  


8 comments:

  1. Wow...that just gave me goose bumps. Because it reminds me that everything is dependent on our perspective!! How fabulous that her American dream is continuing!! And we should count our blessings....
    Jodie

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  2. It's amazing what we take for granted in the land of plenty. We might think they want everything or the biggest things and all they are looking for is something that's a step above what they recently had. Reminds me that when my great grandparents came over in the late 1800's, they didn't have a lot and they lived in apartments. Their children bought the first homes, their grandchildren installed the pools.

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  3. I'm crying! Poignant words, sweet times, priceless gifts of friendship, enriching experiences. You've blessed us with a wonderful, hope-filled story! 💕

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  4. This is a beautiful story Mandy! Just love the way you've managed to tell the story with such hope and happiness.

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  5. I think we forget how wonderful life can be when we look at things simply.

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  6. I have had similar experiences in 15 years of teaching ESL--how very much we take for granted in our lives and how very little we really need to be happy. I am so delighted that this woman is moving into her dream! What a lovely post!

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  7. This was so meaningful. I got caught up in the heartbreak, inspiration, and hope. Thank you for sharing this.

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  8. Awww. So many happy tears here! ^_^

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