The Vietnamese Prisoner
by: Nui Kahuna on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 at: 3:17 PM Go to: Previous Article Next Article
I was suddenly craving food last night at 11pm, so I picked up my keys and coat and headed for the nearest convenient store, the 7eleven. I grabbed some unhealthy snacks, and bought a lottery ticket before I jumped back to my car. I was cold, frosty cold with 28 degrees temperature. I turned on the heat, and started my car heading home, if I suddenly saw a little stranger waving for help in the middle of the road.
And I stopped, listened to his story and I told him to hop in.
He was a Vietnamese named Pham, he looked 35 though he's actually a year young than I. He maybe stood over 5 feel tall and probably weighed 120 pounds with stones in his pockets. Yeah he was a small guy.
He had locked his keys in his car, and had been walking for over 6 miles if I picked him up. It was another couple of miles to his house. If he got in the car he was shaking from the cold.
He needed to get another set of keys, so I drove him to his home, and then we went back to where he had left his car. He told me a little of his life story, and he also said remarkable things. Pham was in the Vietnamese Army before, and was allied with the Americans and were fighting along side with each other. But if the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, Pham was put to jail by the Northern Vietnamese for treason, by helping the Americans, he was supposed to serve in jail for 17 years.
Pham never stopped dreaming of coming to America one day. Then that one day came, if his brother came to the jail to tell him that they were leaving. The whole family had to leave vietnam to get Pham out of jail.
From jail to home, Pham walked his way, and then together with his whole family, they walked to a boat that took them to Norway where they lived for a year, then soon after an American Army Officer who knew Pham helped and sponsored them to the United States.
Pham now works as a garage mechanic where he fixes and repairs American cars. They had purchased a large home two years ago in Virginia. There are 15 in his family, and they are all working, half of them work and go to college. He even said, "My family is rich, we're not billionaires but what we have now is heaven equated to Vietnam."
"In Vietnam, there is no window to prosper, the people are still poor or even poorer and only the communists gets rich."
About 2 miles from his car he said, "I knew you were going to stop and help me. I could feel it, and as soon as you rolled down the window I could feel good energy. I could feel that, and I could fee you had no fear. I know you had no fear because someone else always rides with you."
And he just then smiled.
After I dropped him off, he gave me his card and offered me an all time free of charge car repair in case I needed one in the future. Then I headed home.
I have been in some pretty unpleasant situations in my life, but I somehow always get through. And it isn't the first time that someone commented about the other person that rides with me, it is just ever the first time it happened with a total stranger.
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