“Count your blessings.” My mother told me this from a young age. Now I’m a sophomore in high school and I understand what she meant. I see many people around me, some in better situations than others. I see students my age with learning disabilities and other challenges they have to face daily. I could’ve been face to face with similar difficulties.
During the very few Spanish classes I had over my long academic journey, I asked myself, “Why am I learning Spanish? Will I even need to use it? Is it really that important?” Turns out, I was completely wrong.
During the summer before this current school year, I learned that my cousins were thinking about adoption. Later into the summer months, I learned that they would be hosting a boy named “Alejandro” (his alias) to stay with them for three weeks. He’s originally from Colombia, a country in South America. I had the blessing of meeting him.
Alan and Clarissa invited my family to join them on a trip to a Reading Phillies game. If you don’t know, baseball is a popular sport in the Caribbean and South American countries. Waiting outside FirstEnergy Stadium, I noticed their familiar faces and a brand new one. With a baseball glove on one hand and the other on Clarissa’s, I figured that he must be Alejandro. He greeted me first with, “Nice to meet you,” and it surprised me that he knew some English. He spoke it well and I even have trouble with my own vernacular. Throughout the evening, I noticed he was smiling and happy to be here on American soil. Even though I know barely any Spanish from my previous classes, I was able to pick out a few phases and terms he and my cousins used. As soon as the game was over and we went our separate ways, I told my mother, “We have to help them adopt him.”