I went to the Stanley Park in Vancouver Saturday afternoon, right after finishing my last lesson of the TEACHING CERTIFICATE. It is a kind of celebration, Yeah! finally, I've done it -- in an English country on how to teach English for overseas students.

It is so beautiful there, sunshine, grass, peaceful sea, mountains, flowers, kids, people on roller skating, biking, etc. I sat there for half an hour and took the bus home.

I got off the bus in downtown and was going to change to another bus for home. An old man approached me at the corner of a modern building, asking for the place to take bus #44 for UBC. He looked like those from rural area, wearing a pink checker shirt and blue jeans, pulling a luggage cart with 2-3 small bags tighten up on.

"Why people walking away? I just ask for how to get to the station. They thought I am looking for accompanier." He said, poor guy.

I just noticed a modern young Korean girl was ignoring him right in front of me before he was turning around to me.

I invited him to walk with me to the station, and said,

"They probably do not know how to judge people now, because it changed a lot in Vancouver."

"Vancouver was not like that. I came here several years ago, people were very nice. Why? How come?"

Then he said with happiness on his face like a child:

"Asian Americans are very nice, I found, like you."

I said, "I met very nice people many years ago when I first came to Boston, USA. They took me several blocks to show me directions. "

Yeah, that's North American spirit that tight tighten me up with this nation which is so far away from my hometown. Wish this tight tie will last forever, and educate those from outside of this continent.