Eighteen years ago tomorrow I came to this continent. I’m proud of how I spent these 18 years, of all the knowledge I gained, the hundreds of books I read, the psychological problems I solved, the life I built.
The thing I kept wondering about eighteen years ago was what would happen if I had to confront real hardship. Would I deal with it with dignity? Or will I prove to be weak and pathetic? The real hardship didn’t take long to make an appearance, and I faced it with dignity that still makes me proud.
As recent immigrants, we’d go for walks in residential areas, gawking at houses and lawns of the kind we’d never seen anywhere but on TV. It was incredible that actual, normal people could live like that. Their way of life was mystifying.

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