As I stood
at the deli counter, I recalled as a child making a mental connection between
‘my’ Formosa, and the Formosa upon which my server was born, and holds so near
and dear.
As I entered
my teen years and high school, I learned that the Nationalist Chinese
government of Chiang Kai-shek took up residence on that island; having fled the
Communist forces of Mao Tse-tung in 1949, (the year of my own birth). And I also
became aware of the troubled relationship which exists today between the
current Communist government of mainland China and the democratic government of
Taiwan (Formosa). Of course, the difficult peace which exists in that region
presents one possible flash point for the United States, as we have attempted
to maintain diplomatic relations, and foster trade with both governments.
As I write these
words, I don’t recall noting her name. All I really know about my server is
that she originated on the island of Formosa, immigrated to the United States,
visits her beloved country from time to time, that she has a pleasing
personality and a radiant smile, and she fixes just about the fastest, ‘meanest’
sandwich you can possibly imagine.
As I implied
earlier, I grew up on a street characterized by the name of ‘Formosa.’ I have
not yet mentioned that I lived out what I consider an idyllic childhood on that
particular avenue.
I chased
humming birds in my front yard, pulled crawfish out of nearby streams, engaged
in rotten orange fights in the grove behind my house, played ‘crack the whip’
with neighborhood friends, ran behind the mosquito fog truck, (and am
apparently none the worse for it) and anxiously walked past the local cemetery
at dusk, on my way to the ‘movie show.’
Throughout
the course of the new century, and for a decade before that, I have served as a
pastoral counselor, and I am privileged to have impacted thousands of precious
people in this role. In terms of my demeanor, I am a slight introvert, I am a
man who values humbleness and servanthood above all other traits, I am
fastidious about keeping my word, and desire to leave a rich legacy behind me; (needless
to say, a legacy dependent on impact, rather than anything tangible).
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