Traveling in Mexico yesterday, my friend noticed his RV had a flat tire. Sunday. Foreign country. Flat tire. Could have been messy. Not even close. Smooth. Easy. Hassle free.
We spent an hour and a half at this road side mom and pop tire shop. The neighborhood gathering spot. I thought the children gathered, perched on tires, taking in the activity belonged to the shop owner. Nope. Neighborhood kids. The open space was dusty and shaded by its thatched roof. Tires of every shape and size strewn through out the shop. Grease stained stools for anyone needing to wait comfortably, rest a bit.
The only one in the shop who spoke English was the young man who brought his dune buggy to be worked on. We engaged in conversation each eager to learn new phrases in the other’s native tongue.
My English not so good, he told me. I am sorry I don’t know more.
No, no, no, I quickly jumped in. I am in your country. You don’t need to speak English. I wish I could speak your language. I should speak your language in your country.
Unfortunately, my three years of high school Spanish has escaped me. When given the opportunity to speak it, Japanese or German words come to mind instead. Words of living overseas, being raised by a mother whose first language was not English.
So we stood there out in the sunshine each doing our best to learn the others language. Brother, hermano. Son, hijo. Dog, perro. Private school, escuela privada.
I asked my new translator how to say, I am so grateful in spanish. After a dozen times practicing my new phrase I went over to our angel fixing our flat tire. Estoy muy agradecido, I told him.
Denada, denada. You’re welcome. You’re welcome. The younger neighborhood boy, the same age as my hijo, and now the young hijo of the mechanic, helped us secure the moped on the back of the newly fixed RV. Authentic kindness. Ambalidad. True generosity. Generosidad.
I will probably never see these kind, geneous souls again. I will always remember the moment of standing under the same sun, speaking the same language with different words.
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