Lorenzo, the little man. His dad is helping me to seal the driveway. Lorenzo always like to follow his dad - to help him. He wouldn't even want to come into the classroom at my invitation. He was scraping away the dirt to prepare the driveway.
Later, his dad asked if I like to pick blueberries at their golf course in the evening. Oh boy, do I ever. I'd been driving up and down the country roads looking for a blueberry farm to no avail.
When I got there, Ed drove me and Lorenzo to the far edge of the golf course where the blueberries are. Then he left us and literally let Lorenzo took care of me. Lorenzo gave me all the instructions of how where and what to pick, particularly to avoid the pee-berries on the lower part of the bush. Then he picked a few and ate a lot. He challenged me to a berry picking race and told me a whole lot of things. He kept me entertained. After more than an hour, he was ready to go, but I was not. So he said, '5 more minutes, O.K. Mrs. Smith'. After 5 minutes, I was still picking. Then he said he would count to 25 and that would be it. After his count, I told him he had to count in Spanish, which he did. Then I said, he had to count again in Japanese, which he did. Then I volunteered to count in Chinese. I kept counting after 25. He stopped me when I was in 32. He said I passed 25 already. I asked him how did he knew since he doesn't know Chinese. He said he know somehow I'd passed it. Then he volunteered to count in Korea. He stopped at5 or 6. I said he should carry on. But he said that's all he knew from Taikwonto class.
So I guessed I ran out of luck.
He drove me back to the office in the golf car. It was a fun ride, the landscape was undulating, there were golfers close by. Pond and trees in between. Lorenzo wasn't exactly slowing down. Half of the time I needed to hold on to him with my arms to make sure that neither one of us would fly out of the car, the other half of the time I was waving to people who were cheering Lorenzo and his driving skill. All the while, I was holding on to the buckets of blueberries with my feet because they were sliding back and forth. When he pulled up to the destination, he told me he had to park the car right at the designated spot.
Ed is an excellent dad to Lorenzo. He doesn't has too much education. He regrets not going to college while he had the chance. He works hard at his dad's golf course, has three or four other jobs on the go all the time, a wife and three little boys to care for, with the middle one being autistic. But Ed is always kind and patient to everybody. I can see everyone in the golf course love him. Lorenzo is miniature Tiger Wood. He can shot at a hole 40 meters away and lands not too far from it. He was second in place for junior championship to compete in the State. Everybody chip in to encourage and mentor him. And Ed knows that is very important. While he was working on my driveway, he striked up a conversation with me with Lorenzo listening. He asked since I know a lot of things already (in Lorenzo's eyes), do I ever stop learning. Whereby I was able to say a lot. I guess Lorenzo has been bragging a lot what he knows and his dad realizes he needs the help of the community to raise his son. I am glad I get a second chance to learn from him.
Later, his dad asked if I like to pick blueberries at their golf course in the evening. Oh boy, do I ever. I'd been driving up and down the country roads looking for a blueberry farm to no avail.
When I got there, Ed drove me and Lorenzo to the far edge of the golf course where the blueberries are. Then he left us and literally let Lorenzo took care of me. Lorenzo gave me all the instructions of how where and what to pick, particularly to avoid the pee-berries on the lower part of the bush. Then he picked a few and ate a lot. He challenged me to a berry picking race and told me a whole lot of things. He kept me entertained. After more than an hour, he was ready to go, but I was not. So he said, '5 more minutes, O.K. Mrs. Smith'. After 5 minutes, I was still picking. Then he said he would count to 25 and that would be it. After his count, I told him he had to count in Spanish, which he did. Then I said, he had to count again in Japanese, which he did. Then I volunteered to count in Chinese. I kept counting after 25. He stopped me when I was in 32. He said I passed 25 already. I asked him how did he knew since he doesn't know Chinese. He said he know somehow I'd passed it. Then he volunteered to count in Korea. He stopped at5 or 6. I said he should carry on. But he said that's all he knew from Taikwonto class.
So I guessed I ran out of luck.
He drove me back to the office in the golf car. It was a fun ride, the landscape was undulating, there were golfers close by. Pond and trees in between. Lorenzo wasn't exactly slowing down. Half of the time I needed to hold on to him with my arms to make sure that neither one of us would fly out of the car, the other half of the time I was waving to people who were cheering Lorenzo and his driving skill. All the while, I was holding on to the buckets of blueberries with my feet because they were sliding back and forth. When he pulled up to the destination, he told me he had to park the car right at the designated spot.
Ed is an excellent dad to Lorenzo. He doesn't has too much education. He regrets not going to college while he had the chance. He works hard at his dad's golf course, has three or four other jobs on the go all the time, a wife and three little boys to care for, with the middle one being autistic. But Ed is always kind and patient to everybody. I can see everyone in the golf course love him. Lorenzo is miniature Tiger Wood. He can shot at a hole 40 meters away and lands not too far from it. He was second in place for junior championship to compete in the State. Everybody chip in to encourage and mentor him. And Ed knows that is very important. While he was working on my driveway, he striked up a conversation with me with Lorenzo listening. He asked since I know a lot of things already (in Lorenzo's eyes), do I ever stop learning. Whereby I was able to say a lot. I guess Lorenzo has been bragging a lot what he knows and his dad realizes he needs the help of the community to raise his son. I am glad I get a second chance to learn from him.
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