ENOUGH!!!Posted: July 12, 2012
After spending many days with my husband in his Montreal and going through heartaches of adjusting to the new culture and language (as it’s NOT spoken on my French tapes), I have finally stood up today to tell THE WORLD who I am. And by the world, I mean children. Aren’t they the future.
Namely, I have had good and bad times being here, treated badly and kindly, almost to the extreme, but I knew, deep inside, I was letting it happen.
So, today as I was coming back from my walk, I see three young kids, probably about 11 years old, walk in front of me. One of them takes a big slushy cup of giant windex color drink and trashes it by the side of my husband’s building. For a moment, I felt the lack of power. I speak zero French and in this neighbourhood, people just speak French (98%). So I walk faster to reach the 3 boys and I tap the criminal on the shoulder. I tell him “excuse me, please go pick up your stuff”…he looks at me like I am crazy, says “don’t know, no speak”…and I say “Je ne parle pas le Francais, desole, but you are going to go with me and pick up your trash” and I hug him and walk him back to the “crime scene” and as he is fighting I keep saying “desole, pas francais” and then I let him walk to his cup thinking he may trash it right on me. But he doesn’t. He picks it up and takes it with him and I say “merci beacoup, please take it to the trash”…and he does. The boys kept laughing and making fun but they did what I asked them.
You wonder why I share this? Because for the first time in months of coming here and spending time in Montreal, Canada, I wasn’t sure I knew who I was. And today, I got myself back. I could stand for what is right, for my truth regardless of the language I speak. And I am grateful for the boy that made it easy on me.