The story about the two immigrant men reminds me of the workers at a cafe my grandmother used to frequent when I was small. The ladies who worked there spoke mostly Yiddish and Poh Poh spoke Cantonese. Somehow, with their broken English, they were able to have a conversation beyond my grandma ordering her coffee and muffin and juice and hotdog or cookie for me!
Very beautiful and poignant, thank you. All of us who are related to or friends of immigrants, we feel them with a little more angst. Your patients are lucky to have you, as are we.
Thank you for these stories, they are so needed now-tears in my eyes.
I wish I had a doctor like you...
Thank you for reading!!
The story about the two immigrant men reminds me of the workers at a cafe my grandmother used to frequent when I was small. The ladies who worked there spoke mostly Yiddish and Poh Poh spoke Cantonese. Somehow, with their broken English, they were able to have a conversation beyond my grandma ordering her coffee and muffin and juice and hotdog or cookie for me!
You were that senior Chinese student for my wife. Thanks, friend.
Very beautiful and poignant, thank you. All of us who are related to or friends of immigrants, we feel them with a little more angst. Your patients are lucky to have you, as are we.