Meeting Mr. B at the Trails
Mr B, second from left is the counterpart of my Arizona sisterhood who teaches young first generation Canadians in Richmond, BC. He also reminds me of Julie and her students in Ajo, Arizona. Thelma's students are first generation Canadians borne from Chinese immigrants from Hong Kong while some of Julie's students cross everyday the the US-Mexican border that separate Native Americans of the Akimel O'otham tribe from their fellow river people from Sonoyta, a town of the Northern Sonora region of Mexico to attend school. That familiar seal that could empower every child for the future. Blessed are the teachers! Teachers are more than heroes and Christians!
I marvel at the passing scenery as a passenger on the backseat Mr. B's Subaru Outback. The melting snow on the roadside where I saw several deer stare back motionless at the Subaru warms me up as I listened to Mr. B's stories about the struggles of his students to simply survive their new environment. I took notice of the melting snow on the roadside. Mr. B is as cool as the snow that reminds me of the slurpee that better off US-born fourth graders in the Escondido Unified School District are fond of. This is the first time I am encountering an American with such devotion and zeal to educating young people, fourth graders and new immigrants. I marvel at Mr B's humane kindness in a society where being humane is more popularly relegated to rescuing animals and wildlife in distress.
Mr. Amazing! This is what Nicole, Henna and Katie call my husband everytime Karlee invites them over to our home. Mr. B would surely be the real Mr. Amazing to these eight graders from Thurgood Marshall Middle School. I think of Karlee's entry into the US school system as six
year-old bedimpled shrimp and how the Mr. Bs, the real Messrs Amazing in the US school system warmly welcomed every immigrant in the American society.
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