Stopped in at my neighborhood gas station this morning, and instead of paying at the pump, I went inside to try to use the last $8 on a Visa travel card that we'd purchased for our daughter's trip to Korea this summer.
So, as I attempted to get the card to work, I explained to the Middle-Eastern-looking gentleman at the counter all the trouble we'd had with it.
That led to a lively discussion about travel (he's been all around the world and this country, and was happy to talk about it), which led me to ask, if he didn't mind, where he was from? Pakistan, he said.
And that led to what was, hands-down, the most fascinating conversation I've ever had in a gas station. (Sure, the list of conversations in gas stations is pretty short, but this also ranked among the most interesting conversations I've ever had with strangers, and there have been lots of those.)
He told me he came here 20 years ago, sponsored by his brother who was already here. His family in Pakistan was very poor, just scraping by. He started working in convenience stores when he got here because, he explained abashedly, "that's how my family always got started here in America: convenience stores."
Being part of a stereotype seemed to cause him some discomfort, but in my view, what does it matter? As I told him, immigrants come here for opportunity; what does it matter how you get a foothold? What matters it that you do it.
(And that you come legally and start off by respecting our laws; I just had to put a plug in for that.)
Now, he told me, he owns six gas stations.
"I've worked hard," he said. "I didn't put money in the stock market; I took a different approach. I'm working on paying off my mortgage and saving money. We cut corners on expenses; we don't spend a lot of money on stuff we really don't need. I have no other debt. I am saving my money to help my four kids go to college. That's what I want for them: education. I don't want them to work in convenience stores.
"Nothing wrong with that", he continued as he reached for a pack of cigarettes for the customer who'd just walked in, "but I want them to get an education, get a good job, a better job than I have. It's not just about making money; I want them to get a job where they can really help people.
"My nephew is going to Marquette," he continued. "My two brothers and I are helping him; he's my sister's son, and we all saw that he was smart, he had potential. He wants to be an engineer. So, we help him, $10, $20, whatever we can. He's not my kid, but I want to help him, too. It's good for a kid with potential to get an education. It's good for America."
Wow: "It's good for America". To hear someone say that, to think far beyond himself and his family and think about what's good for America, well, that's a beautiful thing. I guess it shouldn't surprise me to hear that sentiment from an immigrant.