I went to one of my favorite haunts the other day, Dempsey Hill. Jones and Culina are the destination for me – smile. March 3 was like any other day (it rained and rained and rained)…but when I initially got there I had my favorite, Smoked Salmon Sandwich, and read. It was so peaceful! Of course, it started raining just has I was finishing lunch, so I bought my stuff at Jones and then headed across the street to Culina. So, I finished there and, yes, it was pouring again!!!
You cannot get a taxi in Singapore when it’s raining!
So, I decided to treat myself to a chocolate treat and a glass of Champagne! Now, we actually get to the point of the story – the Server. I met Jay – he was twenty-something and when he introduced himself he said he was from China. Right away, he asked me where I was from. To me, it always seems obvious that I’m from the U.S. but many here think I’m Australian. The only reason for that is that there are more Aussies than Americans, I think…
Anyway, he started right in on how the one thing he wished for most in life was going to a NBA game in the U.S. I just sat there talking to this boy realizing that so many young people have very simple dreams and it just made me even more grateful for this experience.
He was chatty and I enjoyed getting to know him and how expects he’ll probably have to go back to China to start in a company and just slowly work his way up. I wonder if he’ll ever get to reach his dream?!
He intrigued me so much that I got his email address and then he asked something of me (I started to wonder – uh oh) but only he wanted was if I ever went to a game could I send him a picture – that’s it! I wanted to start crying right then and there. His wishes were so simple and pure. He said he’s showed the picture to everyone!
So, since Tavia will be here soon, I ordered a Carmelo Anthony jersey and I’m going to surprise him with it when I head back to Dempsey Hill – and as his boss said of him, “He’s so cheerful.” Meeting him and getting know his dreams really made me think about the daily struggles and simple, potentially never realized, dreams of others. I am truly grateful for the experience.
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