Way back in 1977, a week was designated for the celebration of those of Asian and Pacific Islander heritage. George H. Bush, in 1990, changed that to an entire month of celebrations and festivities. That month was the month of May. On May 7, 1843, the first Japanese immigrants arrived to America. Then, on May 10, 1869, the transcontinental railroad, constructed mostly by chinese workers, was completed. So, in honor of the month honoring me, I would like to share part of my heritage with you, one post at a time.
What do I love about Asia? The people. The people in that part of the world are so giving, and friendly. I once complimented a lady on the head-band she was wearing, and without hesitation, she took it off and gave it to me! Another time, I went for weeks without money for food. No one knew of our financial difficulties, yet still friends and even perfect strangers were bringing us or buying us food. Because of their giving natures, I did not go hungry. I will ever be grateful for the Asian's natural spirit of giving.
What does my husband love about Asia?
And their passion for ping pong.