February Challenge…What or Who Made Me (Part 1)
It’s in my nature to try to understand why someone is the way they are…what went into influencing their behavior. I’ve pondered the same about myself.
The many cultures I grew up in had as big an impact on me as did any individual.
Texas (and Cowboys)
When we moved to Florida in 1987, I almost bit someone’s head off when they told me that I was now a Floridian.
Texas is not just a state you grow up in…it stays with you wherever you are.
Helping others whether or not you knew them…and treating everyone equally and with respect is what comes to mind when I think of how I was influenced.
Texas made me tough and strong not because I faced adversity but because I saw others shrug off their misfortunes and move forward…no whining. That’s what you do.
My love of football? In the Fall, it was all about High School football…big time! And my uncle was a Rice alum so I loved going to Saturday games with my cousins and uncle.
I grew up hearing people address each other as “Miss Kathy” or “Mr. Larry” whether or not you were friends. When standing in line, it was nothing to strike up a conversation with the person standing next to you. When we moved to Florida, I had a rude awakening when people gave me a weird look for speaking to them without knowing them.
Texas proud isn’t just a logo on a billboard.
Even though I grew up in Houston, there was always a Southern influence, We were taught to be respectful of our elders and polite to people we met.
If you came into our home, you were treated like a guest, and that always meant a meal! My grandmother who did the majority of the cooking would not have heard of a guest leaving without being fed!
I also learned how to politely tell someone off without seeming to do so. If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of…Bless your little heart…it may NOT have been the blessing you thought you were getting.
I am Chinese as were my parents and grandparents. But because both parents were born here and my grandparents came over when they were young, the influence was not as strong as it was with some of my friends.
I did learn a deep respect for my “elders.” When we entered a home, we had to go immediately to the oldest adult and say hello… the same thing when we left. We had an abundance of “aunts” and “uncles” because we were taught to call my family’s friends “Aunt” or “Uncle.” To this day, I still address my mother’s friend as Aunt and she’s in her 90s.
We had a small family store and my parents worked 6 days a week, so I began helping out at an early age with household chores. Saturday chores had to be done before going out to play.
My father and uncle served in World War II so our family loved this country. They did not suffer anyone who would speak against it.
If as I believe to be true, we are influenced by our environment, then this is why I am the mish-mash that I am. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This has been in an entry in the “February 2022 Challenge: What’s Your Story?” hosted by Carol Williams and Anna Banana Kruchten CRS, Phoenix Broker