Cultural differences. They should amuse and bring appreciation.
His favorite climbing tree
Careful what you stereotype.
Cultural differences are just between races. Cultural differences are not just between ages or geography. Cultural differences are not just between countries or genders.
I know a man who has lived in five countries and in very different parts of the USA. He once was married to a big city debutante. And later married to a Southeast Asian lady and in between a Newenglander and a Pueblamo he had proposed to.
Those cultures were as foreign to him as hell is to a good angel.
The boy grew not wearing shoes until 5 only soft moccasins or barefoot before. By manhood he had spent nearly as many nights outdoors as in. He lived in the high, 7,000 ft mountain area about the Grand Canyon. He went to a high
school of under 1,000 and a third of those bused in Navajo and Hopi. He really liked to fight, win or lose. He liked horses and dogs much more than people.
So what culture did he belong to?
Even teeth were expendable to this boy
How the heck does a runt cowboy like this guy wind up with a Big City Debutante?; Dumb luck I reckon. The young man did a working stint in France where he met a gal named Michelle, yes when the Beatles were playing about a Michele my bell. Her pappa hated the brash cowboy hat and boot wearing American. It was not meant to be. The young man got an offer to snow ski race back in the US and he took it. To pay bills he instructed (adjutunct professor in physical education/ snow skiing) Here he was handsome, well spoken and a brave and daring speed racer. Too bad for the maidens that he knew. But then came the debutante. And he lassoed himself a prize.
It would appear that his momma had groomed him just so with culture and reading and high faluting, silver and cut glass dinners with leading town folk. The young man had already travelled Europe and the Americas to some extent and knew such places as the Louvre, St Peters and Fjiordes, Marseilles and Berlin.
So he also adapted to tuxedo dinners and a pinky sticking out from Champagne. He could deal in French, Navajo, English and Spanish along with some Latin.
What obedience to what Presidente are you bound?
Life Crashed world. The Debutante with family money divorced him after 13 years.
The man jumped into international work representing Chinese and Taiwanese in Mexico. He fell in with this group who obeyed Carlos Salinas de Gortari.
At a Presindential Ball by a former Governer General, his heart was thrown under the feet of the Lady of the Moment. The daughter of the Supreme Court. We called her Anita.
The passionate wild love affair ended without the marriage that was planned but a loss of election and an expulsion from the country.
They man went to New England. Where he worked for Dartmouth and taught youth
These folks took him and groomed him to be Vietnamese.
It was willingly that the man became a rather famed expert on Vietnam. A big old white guy who fought in the war, became the American friend of rulers of one of the last communist countries on Earth.
And the woman there that loved him so, was not friend. They were business adversaries. She born in the war and him a very strange man. Two years and four months later they were married and now have a half breed son.
The man says this: I once say a butterfly, and that was a butterfly to me. Then I saw a different butterfly and they were both butterflies to me. And then another and another. The greatest gift I ever received was love. I do hope that which I gave was love.
Let it be known
The man who loved so much is loved so much. While differences are hard for others, they are not for him. The women in this story just could not handle the difference.
The man now preaches to those who are different.
Let life bring us together. Our parents may teach us a bias, so it is our job to overcome it.