next door to ours is
that of the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service, and when it is crowded,
people sometimes wander over to us for assistance. One day, a frail older man
came in and asked, in broken English, to use a pen. When I offered him
mine, he asked if he could use my stapler as well. Throughout the day he
borrowed other items, and though I'm usually not so accommodating, the
determined look in his eyes made him hard to resist.
surprised two weeks later when the same man returned, accompanied by a young
woman. He smiled as she handed me a small American flag. "I
don't know why," she said, "but my father would like you to have this.
He told me that without your help, he could not have become a United States