- Mar 12, 2010
- Pacific N.W.
I have a coworker who came to America from a war torn country. His mental health is stellar during the pandemic. He is an engineer that speaks 7 languages well, and has 3 degrees. Now when he arrived here his credentials meant zero. In his homeland he would be a department head. But over here he is one of my laborers so to speak with the role of field engineer.
The other day he rejected a concrete test and the contractor threatened him with bodily harm. I chuckled and said to the contractor "this guy has tested concrete for the American government while being fired at by snipers with an AK-47, and mortars, I seriously doubt you scare him right now".
He hits "control S" on his laptop every 30 seconds or so since he is used to power suddenly shutting off where he came from. He smiles knowing he has a laptop but does it anyway. He keeps 5 gallons of fresh, clean water with him at all times since he is used to going without it. He played on the national volley ball team and was headed to the Olympics one year when a band of raiders stopped the bus on the way to the airport. They killed a few, captured a few and let the rest go to warn others not to persue national fame.
While in his homeland one of his children had a heart condition nobody in his country could treat. He did not have the money to pay doctors in a nearby country to fix the child and had to "watch his 5 year old child die" a slow death. Over here his youngest has the same condition. Over here the child is getting treatments for the condition.
My point here is while Americans fuss and moan about how tough it is over here with our first world struggles, this guy smiles and thanks his God every day that he lived long enough to see his wife and kids make it to America. The only time I've seen him unhappy was recently when his wife reported her brother had just been murdered back home for driving a catering van for the government while another army was re-taking his home country.
All valid points, bykfixer. However, one can't help but wonder how long til your coworker's children look to new horizons to seek happiness, and where will that shining city on a hill be.
Pandemic mental health? Personally, me and mine are getting along pretty well (other than COVID keeping the Lovely Mrs Gardiner from a needed hip replacement. She was rear ended by a drunk-driver.) Nevertheless, my heart breaks for our countries' direction and for where Australians now finds themselves.