Originally posted by: bennylong
My story would make a great movie!
My family was kicked out of Vietnam in 1979 because we were ethnic chinese. There were about 40 people that escaped with us in a little junk boat, we were rubbing elbow to elbow. My dad told me I was wandering the street when the boat was about to leave, but he saw me from a distance and grabbed me. I asked him what would have happened if he haven't saw me and he said, "we would have left you behind because another boat wasn't coming and we would all died if we didn't leave on this boat." We went to Hong Kong and spent 6 months in a detention camp where the Hong Kong government treated us like criminals. Finally, we were approved to go to the USA in December 1979. We flew to San Francisco where we lived in the seedy part of San Francisco, the Tenderloin district. There were 7 of us and we all slept on the same mattress in a little studio without any lights or electricty. I remember waking up once with my mouth opened and there was a rat in my mouth.
My dad was an auditor in Vietnam. In San Francisco, he had to resort to becoming a butcher in a Chinatown shop. Butchers in Chinatown were paid under the table and below minimum wages and the working hours were 7 am to 7 pm, 6 days a week. My sister and I sold fishes in the alleys of Chinatown that we caught on the Pier. We were arrested once by the cops when I was 7 years old for selling fishes on the street without a license. I also went through garbage cans to pick up soda cans to earn money from recycling the cans at 5 cents a can. We could make $5 on a good day walking around Pier 39 for the entire day in our soleless shoes. Sometimes my mom would pick up piecemeals sewing work and we could earn 10 cents for each sleeves we sewed. It came out to $1 a hour.
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
The only way this story would work as a movie would be the last scene when the Mom looks at the camera and says, "You want happy ending?"
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
The only way this story would work as a movie would be the last scene when the Mom looks at the camera and says, "You want happy ending?"
man....perfect just like your house. Your mom is awesome!
Originally posted by: JS80
Originally posted by: bennylong
My story would make a great movie!
My family was kicked out of Vietnam in 1979 because we were ethnic chinese. There were about 40 people that escaped with us in a little junk boat, we were rubbing elbow to elbow. My dad told me I was wandering the street when the boat was about to leave, but he saw me from a distance and grabbed me. I asked him what would have happened if he haven't saw me and he said, "we would have left you behind because another boat wasn't coming and we would all died if we didn't leave on this boat." We went to Hong Kong and spent 6 months in a detention camp where the Hong Kong government treated us like criminals. Finally, we were approved to go to the USA in December 1979. We flew to San Francisco where we lived in the seedy part of San Francisco, the Tenderloin district. There were 7 of us and we all slept on the same mattress in a little studio without any lights or electricty. I remember waking up once with my mouth opened and there was a rat in my mouth.
My dad was an auditor in Vietnam. In San Francisco, he had to resort to becoming a butcher in a Chinatown shop. Butchers in Chinatown were paid under the table and below minimum wages and the working hours were 7 am to 7 pm, 6 days a week. My sister and I sold fishes in the alleys of Chinatown that we caught on the Pier. We were arrested once by the cops when I was 7 years old for selling fishes on the street without a license. I also went through garbage cans to pick up soda cans to earn money from recycling the cans at 5 cents a can. We could make $5 on a good day walking around Pier 39 for the entire day in our soleless shoes. Sometimes my mom would pick up piecemeals sewing work and we could earn 10 cents for each sleeves we sewed. It came out to $1 a hour.
what do you do now?
Originally posted by: JS80
Originally posted by: bennylong
My story would make a great movie!
My family was kicked out of Vietnam in 1979 because we were ethnic chinese. There were about 40 people that escaped with us in a little junk boat, we were rubbing elbow to elbow. My dad told me I was wandering the street when the boat was about to leave, but he saw me from a distance and grabbed me. I asked him what would have happened if he haven't saw me and he said, "we would have left you behind because another boat wasn't coming and we would all died if we didn't leave on this boat." We went to Hong Kong and spent 6 months in a detention camp where the Hong Kong government treated us like criminals. Finally, we were approved to go to the USA in December 1979. We flew to San Francisco where we lived in the seedy part of San Francisco, the Tenderloin district. There were 7 of us and we all slept on the same mattress in a little studio without any lights or electricty. I remember waking up once with my mouth opened and there was a rat in my mouth.
My dad was an auditor in Vietnam. In San Francisco, he had to resort to becoming a butcher in a Chinatown shop. Butchers in Chinatown were paid under the table and below minimum wages and the working hours were 7 am to 7 pm, 6 days a week. My sister and I sold fishes in the alleys of Chinatown that we caught on the Pier. We were arrested once by the cops when I was 7 years old for selling fishes on the street without a license. I also went through garbage cans to pick up soda cans to earn money from recycling the cans at 5 cents a can. We could make $5 on a good day walking around Pier 39 for the entire day in our soleless shoes. Sometimes my mom would pick up piecemeals sewing work and we could earn 10 cents for each sleeves we sewed. It came out to $1 a hour.
what do you do now?
Originally posted by: bennylong
My story would make a great movie!
My family was kicked out of Vietnam in 1979 because we were ethnic chinese. There were about 40 people that escaped with us in a little junk boat, we were rubbing elbow to elbow. My dad told me I was wandering the street when the boat was about to leave, but he saw me from a distance and grabbed me. I asked him what would have happened if he haven't saw me and he said, "we would have left you behind because another boat wasn't coming and we would all died if we didn't leave on this boat." We went to Hong Kong and spent 6 months in a detention camp where the Hong Kong government treated us like criminals. Finally, we were approved to go to the USA in December 1979. We flew to San Francisco where we lived in the seedy part of San Francisco, the Tenderloin district. There were 7 of us and we all slept on the same mattress in a little studio without any lights or electricty. I remember waking up once with my mouth opened and there was a rat in my mouth.
My dad was an auditor in Vietnam. In San Francisco, he had to resort to becoming a butcher in a Chinatown shop. Butchers in Chinatown were paid under the table and below minimum wages and the working hours were 7 am to 7 pm, 6 days a week. My sister and I sold fishes in the alleys of Chinatown that we caught on the Pier. We were arrested once by the cops when I was 7 years old for selling fishes on the street without a license. I also went through garbage cans to pick up soda cans to earn money from recycling the cans at 5 cents a can. We could make $5 on a good day walking around Pier 39 for the entire day in our soleless shoes. Sometimes my mom would pick up piecemeals sewing work and we could earn 10 cents for each sleeves we sewed. It came out to $1 a hour.
Happy ending?Originally posted by: UberNeuman
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
The only way this story would work as a movie would be the last scene when the Mom looks at the camera and says, "You want happy ending?"
man....perfect just like your house. Your mom is awesome!
My mother is dead.
Originally posted by: CTrain
What tragic for her to find her son and hes homeless.
Can't fault the guy if he came here and didn't have guidence.
Originally posted by: gopunk
Originally posted by: CTrain
What tragic for her to find her son and hes homeless.
Can't fault the guy if he came here and didn't have guidence.
somehow, i still fault him... good mother though
That's true with the first generation of immigrants; that doesn't really apply to some of the second generation, as you have gangs, a total distant of the culture that they left behind, too much adaptation into the new culture (read "white-washed"), etc... It's a sad tale for some, and it's also a waste of sacrifice for some parents.Originally posted by: Syringer
Well the type of person who would immigrate, is going to be someone motivated enough to put themselves in such a situation where they'd have to start their lives over in a new land. So generally it'll be the most ambitious of a country that will immigrate over, who will go to no end to make something out of themselves.
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
The only way this story would work as a movie would be the last scene when the Mom looks at the camera and says, "You want happy ending?"
man....perfect just like your house. Your mom is awesome!
My mother is dead.
Originally posted by: SSSnail
That's true with the first generation of immigrants; that doesn't really apply to some of the second generation, as you have gangs, a total distant of the culture that they left behind, too much adaptation into the new culture (read "white-washed"), etc... It's a sad tale for some, and it's also a waste of sacrifice for some parents.Originally posted by: Syringer
Well the type of person who would immigrate, is going to be someone motivated enough to put themselves in such a situation where they'd have to start their lives over in a new land. So generally it'll be the most ambitious of a country that will immigrate over, who will go to no end to make something out of themselves.
Originally posted by: CTrain
Originally posted by: SSSnail
That's true with the first generation of immigrants; that doesn't really apply to some of the second generation, as you have gangs, a total distant of the culture that they left behind, too much adaptation into the new culture (read "white-washed"), etc... It's a sad tale for some, and it's also a waste of sacrifice for some parents.Originally posted by: Syringer
Well the type of person who would immigrate, is going to be someone motivated enough to put themselves in such a situation where they'd have to start their lives over in a new land. So generally it'll be the most ambitious of a country that will immigrate over, who will go to no end to make something out of themselves.
I totally agree with you.
Seems like the 2nd generation of immigrants are less motivated to succeed but thats just me.
Originally posted by: CTrain
I totally agree with you.
Seems like the current generations are less motivated to succeed but thats just me.
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
Originally posted by: alkemyst
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
The only way this story would work as a movie would be the last scene when the Mom looks at the camera and says, "You want happy ending?"
man....perfect just like your house. Your mom is awesome!
My mother is dead.
Movie would probably need a NC17 rating then.
Originally posted by: UberNeuman
hahaha... You could stand over her, crankin' your little pud chanting, "oohh, me soo horny, oohh, me soo horny.... me rub you wong time...."