Richard came home from a long day at work. It was only yesterday, whence his press-access gave him permission to walk upon the beach where hundreds of Asian refugees were taken into custody from their discovery by the U.S. Coast Guard, Richard stumbled upon a stray boat what housed a Chinese grandfather of a son and his wife and not one, not two, not three but six grandchildren and the grandfather’s sister. Following that occurence in his life, the next morning was filled with two families in Richard’s house: his own wife, elder son and two daughters. Sleeping bags were strewn across the livingroom floor; the entire house was profuse with the poingnant scent of curry, noodels and all other manner of Asian and American delecacies brought under a roof of abundance: that of food, family and love. Moreover, only the chincese grandfather spoke English with the common phrase ever since his and his family’s arrival of , “thank you so much.”
Thus, that evening, as Richard walked throuugh the door, both families having found room within bedrooms, accordingly, there he was, Ming, the grandfather reclining in Richard’s favorite easy chair. Ming was watching T.V., a modest broacast of the news; the volume though perfectly audible, was yet as quiet as the whisper of a baby. Richard smirked and walked in on Ming. Caught in the corner of the foreigner’s eye, Ming shot up out of the chair as if he was just stung by a bee as he saw his host traipse in unbeknownst to the humble guest of a wealthy American house-hold; unrequested, unwaranted and, most especially, exceedingly illeagle. Richard, enamoured by his guest’s humility implored his guest to return to “his” seat.
“No, no, Ming,” began Richard hastely. “Take a seat. You know? This is my house but this is your house too, okay?” And no sooner had Richard taken his own residence upon the couch than he said, “oh, hey, let’s have a drink, yeah? What would you like?” His lips quivering but his thrist very much real, Ming said: “I’ll have water, please.” Richard, almost offended yet still enamoured said, “Ah! Nah, Ming, I mean a drink, drink. Yeah! Let’s… let’s have Taquilla!” Richard shot up to his dry storage cuboard houseing all the delights of a modern and upper-middle class family and their choices of decent and quite good-taste libations. Richard acquired some good-old-fashion Mexican Tequilla and poured. Ming was beside himself. Richard slumped with the two drinks and handed Ming his portion. And then, in the essence of how honored and in infinite debt of his host, Ming’s soul was tugged so strongly to gesutre a return honor to Richard; something, anything, to show his appreciation apart froma mere ‘thank you so much.’ But, Richard was just so benevolent and quick to give that Ming riased his glass and said, as if speaking to a great leader or celebrity to show that he was not that moocher, in the most endearingly humble sign of adhereing to American culture said hastely: “Bread!” Richard looked at Ming of course oddly and shook his head with the biggest grin on his mouth and said correctively, “Ah! Yes! Actually, here we say, ‘toast!’ But, I like your way better. So, yeah, ‘bread!'” Tears in his eyes, Ming and Richard clinked glasses and sipped, as Ming said, yet again, “thank you so much;” as if every time Ming tried to show or give back to Richard, Richard would just give more and drown poor Ming with too much; leaving Ming all the more humbled….
“Hey, Ming, what time is it, man, isn’t the game on? I wanna watch my boys with you. Nothin’ better than Tequilla, a goood friend and a good game, yeah?”
“I don’t know,” said Ming. “I don’t have a watch.”
Richard sat forward and said in almost shock and unbelief: “man’s gotta have a watch; and a good watch, too. Here…” Richard began taking off his gold watch. “This was my grandfather’s watch and I want you to have it.” This was the last straw. Ming shook his head as if he was having a siezure saying frantically:
“No, no I can’t. It’s too much! Please, no!”
“Nah man, come on, I insist. You see, this watch, it belonged to a good man. And now, it’ll belong to another good man. Take it.” Ming couldn’t even put the watch on himself, he was crying so hard. Tears running down his face he said:
“Than you so much.”
Psychotic, Autstic, Shcizophrenic, lost, alone, seeking darkness rather than light, I wash up on shore in a foreign nation, illeagally. Instead of being deported, figureatively, God takes me in, serves me food, water, shelter, libations! and his “grandfather’s watch”. What is the symbolism in that watch? The symbolism is that, without asking, without earning and requiring to give absolutely nothing in return, God gives me “his prized possession”, just beause; for absolutely no reason. That special and prized valuable just so happens to be his daughter: the one who’s going to be my wife. God is more good than I ever thought. And all I did was ask. So, God, to you I say this, and I can only say this: “thank you so much.”
(I’ve been crying during my whole writing of this entry [lot’s of mis-spelling lol] God is goood all the tiime, and all the time God is goood).
-The Giver of Words