On the way home from work yesterday, I was in a car crash. I was stopped at a light when another car approached me from behind, and failing to stop in time, they slammed in to my rear bumper. As it turns out, the driver had fallen asleep.
As I got out of the car, the passenger of the other car exited as well, and when we spoke briefly, I knew they must be of Eastern European decent, based on their looks and accent. As we assessed the damage, and called the police, we began to chat about how the two of them made it from Romania all the way to Navarre. I learned that they work on a local chicken farm, doing maintenance tasks, and their families live in North Canton. One thing led to another, and when the police arrived, we were discussing schooling and learning differences between Romania and the U.S. It was very interesting to hear their point of view, and I shared with them some of my ideas as well. Both of them had kids that either have already graduated, or will graduate from high school this year.
The police arrived, and we exchanged information, spoke to the police separately, and went on our separate ways. Before I left, however, I shook their hands, and thanked them for their time and help. I hope to see them again, if only to learn more of their story.
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