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     We stepped off a small plane in New Hampshire. I looked around, and the ground
was all white. I shouted, "Wow, there are a lot of cottons in this country." Then I
reached out my hand to catch one, and it melted before my eyes. And it was cold, in fact,
I was freezing. Our sponsors were waiting for us. We all shook hands. Then they led
us to a van. We boarded, and they drove us to our rented home. On the way, they
gave my father beer from a small cooler. I was sure that my father was happy (Beer!).
However, my father would opt for Lao moonshine ("lout cow") any day. Cigarette
smoke filled the van. My stomach was twisting and churning on its own. But I held
on until we got to our house.
     After the van door opened, I hurried out and ran to a nearby tree in the dim night.
Next, yes, I spilled my guts to mother earth. Then we got in the house. We took off
our shoes (customary), and our sponsors kept their shoes on. The house was all
furnished (sofa, TV, clothes, food (American--no "par daak" and sticky rice), and the
whole nine yard. Next, a lady made us peanut butter and grape jam sandwiches. Shoot,
I gobbled that down like there was no tomorrow. I thought that was a treat, for it was
buttery and sweet. The sandwiches kept coming, and I kept eating ; of course, I
shared with my siblings, too. Hey, I was not that hungry; I just liked the taste (Yeah!).
After I was full, a young American girl kept looking my way and smiled. What was
I supposed to do except smiled right back at her. Exhausted from running around, I
sat on a sofa to relax. Then that American girl came to sit next to me. And the next
thing I knew--she jumped me and tried to kiss me. At the time, I was shocked, so I
pushed her away. She fell on her butt, but she kept coming. Of course, I ran from her.
And she would not stop chasing for her kiss (so aggressive). Whew, finally, she was
tired and stopped.
     Then we started school. And my father went to work for one of my sponsors' wood
shop, making candle holder ornament. I did not know any English, so I created my own
sign language (looked like a standup comedian). Especially when I needed to use the
bathroom, that was a lot of effort (no details). In class, I was paired up with an
American girl that taught me the alphabets and how to count. I learned very quickly.
She had braces and her teeth was yellow. Gosh, when she opened her mouth, I would
just about fall over. Not to be mean, but her mouth stank! When she talked, I had to
cover my nose. I could not believe that the teacher did not pick up on that cue and
allowed me to suffer. Better believed it, those guy friends sure taught me a lot of
curse words. For when I said some, some would laugh and some would frown. Over
time, I had to learn to weed out the good from the bad.
     During recess, I played tag with the classmates. Experienced from Laos, whoever
was it could never catch me. When I was about to be tagged, I would zigzag to the
side. Missing, sometimes the tagger would fall. Everyone would be laughing. Now
the girls really took a liking in me, for I could see in their eyes and smiles. Too bad,
I did not know any English then.
     Then summer came. We moved from the house to an apartment. Then my parents
grew victory garden in an open field near the apartment (tomatoes, string beans, lettuce,
carrots, sweet potatoes, onions, and etc.). We usually did not have to buy vegetables.
One day, our sponsors took my brother and me to summer camp. Being adventurous,
my brother and I tour the camp and checked out the different activities. Anything I
liked, I would invent my own sign language to participate. I especially liked shooting
bow and arrows. Ouch, I would sometimes get bruises from the string snapping
against my arm. Next, I was off to play tag with other kids, for I heard laughing and
screaming from a nearby park. I taught them how to play tag by hopping with one leg
("leant yeg lai"). Of course, I was "da man!"
     Around 8 am every morning, the trumpet would go off. The camp leader would order
us to get out of bed. We would hurry brushed our teeth, combed our hair, and put on
our clothes. Then we would march to meet the others on the open field and salute the
flag. Following our camp leader (college student on summer job), we would all head to
the cafeteria and eat cereal for breakfast. After, we would go for swim in the lake.
Swimming around the wide buoy line was very tiring. Luckily, I already knew how to
swim from Laos. In the morning, the water was cold, but I was warmed up after couple
of laps. Throughout the day, my brother and I would just go around and sampled as
much activities possible. As for lunch, we would go eat on our own. In the evening,
we would play baseball against other teams from the various cabins.
     During the day, I was watching kids taking turn diving off the diving board. It was
quite high, too. Curious, I swam out and climbed the ladder up to the diving board.
From a distance, diving looked like a piece of cake. So, I leaped up and landed on the
edge. Then I took to flight like a bird without feathers. This was my first diving attempt.
I arched my back and down I went. When I hit the water, splat! Damn, the front of my
body was all red from head to toe. I could barely swim back to the ladder because I was
all numb and could not see straight (everything was a blur and saw stars). I guessed
that's what happened without proper instructions. After that, I just stuck to cannon ball
drops.
     After two weeks, we saw our sponsors. We packed our stuffs and went home. We
stopped for ice cream (yeah!). Amazingly, I could talk to them somewhat (no more
gobble, gobble). Back home, my brother and I hung out a lot at our sponsor's house.
They had two boys around our age and a girl that tried to kiss me way back when. We
played baseball, soccer, and golf. One on one, they could never beat me in soccer.
Playing golf one time, I hit a golf ball with all my might, and I heard the sound of a
window shattered. I looked up and saw a hole through a neighbor's window.
Fortunately, they went down south for vacation (old snow birds). We just looked at
each other and ran home. The sponsor son and I never told anyone (shame on us).
One day, I saw an old bike in my sponsor's garage. I had never ridden a bike before.
Yes, I took the bike out and fell miserably. Finally, I was peddling down the drive way
and passed the road in front of the house. I started screaming, "ah...!", and I rammed
the bike into the fence and fell down on the dry ditch. Again, without proper
instructions, I did not how to turn. Luckily, there was no car on the road. Once I learned
how to ride, I went everywhere with the sponsor's sons and other friends. Another time,
we rode to a bridge outside of town (a good long ride). Looking down, the river was
crystal clear, and we could see the bottom. We parked our bikes. One by one, we
climbed on top of the rail and jumped off. Free falling, our screams sounded like wild
animals. Splashed, the water was totally cold and refreshing. Of course, we jumped
again and again until we had enough. Exhausted, then we peddled home like forever.
After four months, we were homesick and missed "pea nong Lao". We kept in touch
with one family in Bakersfield, California. My parents advised the sponsors that we
would like to move to California to be closer to relatives and to learn English. One
sponsor drove us in a mobile home. I really enjoyed the different scenery as we passed
through different states. Once we got there, they gave us a hug and drove off. That was
very kind of them. My parents enrolled in English classes. After learning enough, my
father worked in the grape farm. With the church, my mother helped translate English for
the Laotian family that could not speak any English. Then we started school.
     My kindergarten started at 5th grade. Luckily, I learned very quickly. From here
through junior high, my grades were decent, for I goofed off a lot. Once I entered high
school, I got serious, for I told myself that I had to prepare for college. And I completed
10th grade. Then my father had not seen his sister since we came to America. His sister's
family was residing in Provo, Utah. Next, we moved to Provo, Utah to be near relatives
again. My father worked for the city with my uncle doing landscaping. My mother
worked as a seamstress.
      In school, I excelled in mathematics. I took a computer programming course and fell
in love with the challenge. So, I would spend a lot of time in the lab after school. When
summer came, I worked as a custodian in an elementary school near my house. The
school was being remodeled. In the morning, I would pull weeds along the flower beds
outside. Usually, my nose would bleed due to the hot sun. About 10 am, I would go
helped out inside. There were five custodians. With a sponge dipped into the soapy
water, then we would scrub the chairs, tables, and desks if there were no tomorrows.
At noon, we would break 30 minutes for lunch. I would be soaked with sweats. My hand
would shake on its own due to fatigue. If there were any time available, we would shoot
some hoops (every minute count). Most of the times, we had to move the stuffs around.
Especially, I dreaded moving stuffs to the second floor and vice versa. I had to say that
cleaning the bathroom was the worse. One word, shit! Absolutely, I would say
even "par daak" smell better. When it was near the time to go home, I would be so happy.
I had to drag myself home because I was so tired. When summer was over, my hand was
all messed up (cracked lines) from the chemicals.
     Then in one summer job, I worked with my uncle and father for the city. Yes,
landscaping! Our job was to keep the Provo city landscape beautiful. In the morning,
I would pull weeds around the the never ending flower gardens around the court
building downtown. I would be on my hands and knees. Every now and then, I would get
bit by the fire ants (ouch!). To ease the heat somewhat, I had a hat, jean pant, tennis
shoes, and short sleeve shirt. On the back of my neck and where the short sleeve shirt did
not cover, my skin was dark from the burning sun rays. When I tried to stand up, my back
was killing me. For break time, I would drop everything and ran inside the court building
to get a cold coke. That would relieve my suffering under a shade for half an hour. In the
afternoon, I would rake the shrubs that were trimmed by other landscapers and loaded on
to the truck. The ones with thorns could be painful at times (sticked my fingers). Then I
would be off sweeping grasses left by the edger of the never ending sidewalks around
the court house. Through the course of the day, my nose would bleed atleast once and
compounded by headaches caused by the hot sun. And I'm sure that others must have
felt the same hardships. Again, I was always looking forward to the breaks and time to go
home. At those times, silently, I would jump for joy (took a brief moment to smile from
head to toe). At the end of the day, my clothes would be soaked with sweats.
Interestingly, I would never complain other than mentioned that I would love to jump in a
pool to cool off in the hot sun.
     After finishing Provo, High School, my family decided to move to Jacksonville, Florida.
Initially, I took odd jobs. I worked in a Chinese fast food place and lasted one day. It
was too hectic. I had blisters for scooping food all day long and decided it was not
what I wanted to do. Then at another Chinese restaurant, I was a hostess, seating
customers and made sure that they were happy. After a month, I started a job at a
merchandise store. I stocked hardware items. I dreaded stocking up 80 pound water
soluble salt bag, for I could not get any help from a guy supervisor. Unfortunately, he
was on ego trip, telling everyone what to do except helping out. At times, he would use
bad language if things were not going his way. I dreaded going to work, for I did not
like the unfair treatment. At times, I thought there has gotten to be a better way to make
a living and be treated like a sensible human being. With government grant, I started
community college working toward my Associate of Arts Degree.
     During my two year in community college, I was a math tutor for about two semesters.
Then after that, I got a job in the computer lab, tutoring spreadsheet, word-processing,
dBase, and Basic/Pascal programming. I would hear my name echoes near and far, for
I was sincere in my tutoring approach and never made anyone feel uncomfortable. After
getting the Associate of Arts Degree, then I transferred to University of North Florida
(UNF). At the time, it was one of the top ten computer science programs offered in the
country.
     At UNF, I was on the co-op program where I had the opportunity to apply what I had
learned in class to real world applications. In the Computer Science program, I studied
a lot of problem solving approaches as it applied to computers. So, my course projects
were coding compiler, interpreter, assembler, database, and the like. Mainly, I used
UNIX/C to construct those other languages. It was tedious and time consuming process.
The projects would usually take the whole semester to complete. Pretty much, I lived
in the library and computer lab. With no social life, I studied Karate at UNF's Shotakan
Karate class. That was how I kept sane, exercise! As time permitted, I would try to find
time to go jogging (got to keep the heart working). Working my way through school, time
was a premium. Frankly, the less time I had, the more precious time became! Closed to
testing time and end of projects, I would stay up all night. With lack of sleep, sometimes
my body would shut down on its own. I came near couple of accidents this way. Hey, it's
not my time, so I'm still here. Over the long haul, I finally got a Bachelor of Science degree
in Computer Science and a Math minor.
     With an experience and a degree in hand, I was offered a job in Tampa. I helped
supported a client/server application that did paper work for a workers' compensation
companies. About two years, then I moved on to work for a workers' compensation
company in Sarasota. About three years later, I went to work for a contact lens
manufacture in Sarasota. About two years later, I came back to Jacksonville and worked
in a company that is in the call center business. My contract lasted six months. Now I'm
currently working for a bank. Through all these career moves, I have gotten the
opportunities to excel at different areas and acquired different skills and techniques
from the different companies: database design, client/server software life-cycle, and many
more.
     In summary, I have mature and could see things at much deeper levels because of
the hardships that I have gone through. I have tried not to take anything for granted,
and I always hope that I have gained the wisdom to see the truths in every aspects of my
life. In my journey, I have realized that anything worthwhile requires hard work,
dedication, persistency, patience, and never lose sight of my dream in spite how rough the
road may appear. To reach my dream no matter how subtle or grand, I need to chart a
course and walk the journey. Along the path, I will make many discoveries. By
overcoming obstacles, I will be able to discern between a dream and reality. Ultimately,
the goal is to stay true to myself and be realistic. Sometimes half way down the journey, I
may realize that this is the journey that I don't want, then I will chart a new course.
However, I would not have realized the truth if I had not taken the journey. Most
importantly, I first must help myself before I can help others.
 
Haak Pang Pea Nong Lao Tuk Kon!

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