I won’t divulge their names just in case they all want to forget the experience because it was like Beverly Hills meets The Hillbillies for them, I’m sure. That being said, mom and dad treated me like a rockstar because I ingratiated their kids to the local culture.
It was the late 80s through the early 90s and my father was the head basketball coach of the high school boy’s basketball team and the head coach of the school’s baseball team. So, I knew everybody.
I did for them what all the customers in the family business did for me. I introduced them to one another and allowed them to become part of the fabric in our school during their stay. I only did what was natural. My dad coached two varsity sports and my babysitter was very popular. I had the administration, teachers, students, coaches, assistant coaches and janitors wrapped around my finger before I even started kindergarten.
Their first child had trouble adjusting and was teased by the boys but loved by all the girls due to his ravishingly good looks. That you will see runs in the family. Of course, he gravitated towards music and was very talented both on instrument and song. He confided in me that all the children were classically trained musicians and vocalists. He was grateful for my friendship and advisement, even though I was much younger. He confessed to me that he would like to be taught about Jesus Christ. He received the Savior. However, shortly there after he committed suicide. Obviously, the family was devastated and the high school auditorium was jampacked for his funeral.
Just as with any successful person, the head of their household demanded that his next child in the program go to the place that caused the family so much tragedy. She was granted acceptance and came to our school. We became fast friends. We would go cruising in her car, listen to pop music and she would tagalong with me to the local park. She ended up moving to our house for a brief time during the Christmas season and it was the first time she ever decorated a Christmas tree. I remember her tearing up as she put the star on top. Even though we were far away from the economical advantages she grew up accustom to, her and her parents were grateful for our hospitality and willingness. Upon the end of the semester, she left for California and was cast on arguably the most popular television show in the 1990s which was the launching pad for mini 1990s female icons in pop culture. Upon moving to California she became lonely and called our house for a pick me up that she thought I could handle. Me, being a young child, I was joking around but upset her by referencing to her accent and kept referring to her as “The Terminator”. She hung up the phone in discussed. I know now through Educational hypothesis that her accent was most likely her downfall in receiving the roles that she strongly yearned for as she was most definitely beautiful enough. Hollywood can be fickle, I’m told. I’ve never visited. I didn’t mean to throw salt in the wound. I was just a dumb kid.
Now, the score was even. The family overcame one tragedy and had one grand experience but didn’t complete the mission as assigned.The ballgame was tied. They asked our school system if they would except yet another child from their family within the foreign exchange student program. He was excepted just the same. He was loved by the local ladies and played on the football team. His love for soccer drew him to kicking. However, for whatever reason, the coach never played him even though he could kick the ball a country mile. His parents even flew in from Europe for the last game. Me, being a young, dumb kid I again upset the father. He earnestly asked me why I thought his child didn’t play. I quipped that he obviously wasn’t good enough. He looked like he wanted to kill me as he drove the family car away from the football field in discussed.
As the second and third children of the family stayed at our school for the entire school year, the parents would treat me to out-of-state excursions which consisted of Michelin star restaurants, symphonies, orchestras, and various museums. None of which I had ever experienced before. I was just a young farm kid ecstatic to hop in the cab of a tractor or combine from time to time. The maestro was so talented that at tables of a restaurant, he would turn the wine glasses upside down and point to various wine glasses in cadence in which a melody of a song would be created upon tapping the corresponding glass with a spoon. The treat was usually reserved for his children but every time I went along, he would use me to put on a show.
I specifically remember one performance in Minneapolis in which we first enjoyed a nice dinner and then the family rented a tuxedo for me so I would fit in at the symphony hall. One of the children tried for what seemed like an hour to button my tuxedo so that I could fit in at the performance. To show his appreciation for the hospitality in which I showed his children, the maestro brought me out on stage and I received a rousing ovation from the crowd.
I also was invited to their condominium in a big city high-rise during the summer after their third child left our school for an extended period of time. They had a family chef. They ate off a dim sum wheel. I vividly remember messing around with a soccer ball inside and shattering a decor piece crafted by Swarovski which was most definitely worth more than any monetary note placed upon my existence or auction. We spent that summer just doing kid things. I taught the brothers how to take bedroom doors off the hinges so that they could upset their sisters. There was no privacy after that. We had an absolute blast. Nobody got in trouble, at least while I was there. I don’t know what happened after because the girls in that household were tortured every single day by us boys.
I reconnected with the family’s youngest daughter as we crossed paths in an Internet chat room. I informed her that I was just finished with a research project on her father that was a part of the core curriculum at the University I was attending at the time for undergraduate school. I briefly shared these memories, and she confided in me that she wanted to actually come to our school just as her older siblings did to meet me because her family had such kind words to say about my niceties. Her mother always wished that she would end up marrying me and made jokes in gest continuously to the fact. I will say, she is the most beautiful of the family and is very articulate. I like to think that is because I gave her a Sesame Street tape as she was learning English upon the departure of the third member of the family from our school in spring time of the early 1990s. Who am I kidding, she’s smoking hot and routinely is recognized as one of the most beautiful women in the entire world. She caught the acting bug and is routinely cast in a regularly aired drama. To stay with the theme of anonymity, I will not give her name. Anyway, upon the end of our cell phone conversation, she sang in a capella, her father‘s most famous composition as I drifted off to sleep. It was beautiful. I slept like a baby.
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