A Nepalese Presidents Day Celebration

I own a duplex and rent the other half out. It cuts my mortgage in half. It’s a good deal for me when I have good renters. I’ve had pretty good luck with renters in the past, knock on wood…except for a dipshit named Grant, who was the biggest piece of shit ever born and still owes me $575. That was a few years ago though. But oh well. Ya win some, ya lose some. Because of my experience with shithead Grant, I decided from then on out to go through a property management company for tenant placement. It costs a few bucks but they deal with all of the bullshit with screening potential tenants. It is in the best interest of the property management co. to screen applicants thoroughly so they get my business again. They make sure to do an income check and background/credit checks and so forth. They screen out the deadbeats, so to speak.

For over 2 years now, I’ve had a dude from Nepal living in my rental. He’s a refugee. Young kid, about 28 years old or so. For some reason where I live in the Frozen Tundra of NoDak, we have a lot of refugees. From Nepal, Bhutan, Somalia, Liberia, and so forth, they are living here. Through my renter, I’ve met many people from Nepal. I’ve always been invited when he has people over for beers and food. I almost always attend because they have beer. I bring some too, but for some reason most aren’t interested in PBR. Weird. Anywho, to cut it short, these people are more American than many people I know who were born here. They are all employed. They don’t seek handouts. They are extremely grateful for being here. They are proud to consider themselves as U.S. Citizens. They are individuals. They seek freedom. They want liberty. They want the pursuit of happiness. Even though some of the people I’ve met have only been here a short time, I was told by them in their broken and hard to understand English, that they love this country. My only response to them, as in the words of Red Skelton, that they are citizens and this country is just as much theirs as it is mine. Honestly, this country could use a few more Nepalese people from what I’ve experienced.

The picture above was a pot of money from about 8 Nepalese in my rental, gambling while playing cards. They found it humorous that I took a picture of presidents on Presidents Day. I did have to explain to them that Hamilton wasn’t a president.

I guess my whole point to this half-assed post, is it makes me feel proud when people come to this country and love it, and want to be American. That’s what I experience from the Nepalese refugee people I’ve met. They have the spirit of what it is to me an American.

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6 Responses to A Nepalese Presidents Day Celebration

  1. R.D. Walker says:

    Great post B. Thanks. πŸ™‚

  2. MadBrad says:

    It is truly amazing. I notice the same thing from most immigrants I meet. They don’t take for granted the things we seem to not notice anymore.

  3. Ben says:

    My pending Ex wife has 400 refugee students of the 1200 she teaches k-5 music. She loves her napali students. The sudanese are hit or miss it seems to depend on if their parents embrace the rap music culture or stay traditional. They come from over 30 countries.

  4. Trebor Snoyl says:

    Much the same could be said for the Vietnamese refugees we took in during the 70s.

  5. Broc Thompson says:

    I had a recent stay in the hospital and had a couple of stents put in my heart. One of my nurses was an immigrant from Equador. She was amazing! She loved this country.When she found out I was a vet she kissed my cheek and said thank you. I could have balled!

    • C. L. says:

      Well, it’s good that you didn’t “ball” while still laid up. Bad form and all for the nurse, too πŸ™‚

      Glad to see you are okay!