Friday morning at last and yes, go to work. It would only be for an hour and a half and I absolutely wouldn’t be late for my 10a oath swearing! This time I had asked the boss, Mr. W for the rest of the morning off.
He must’ve figured I had some courthouse stuff to tend to. “Go on then Nand.” he said with a casual smile. Mr W was a genuine soul, a very good man.
I headed out for my 10 minute walk to the consulate’s office. After Theresa acknowledged my arrival with a smile, I sat and waited for a few minutes. She then called me to the back office for my appointment.
In my presence the gentleman briefly looked over everything one more time and said to me, “Mr. Masala. I see you’ve paid your fee and we’ve got your valid passport. Along with all the proper forms and required documents, everything is in order and you’re well on your way.” My excitement was mounting and it was time to take my oath.
Yes and while this whole thing took place ever so long ago, I can tell you it consisted of this basic idea: to uphold the laws of the United States of America, strive to be a model resident, and not take advantage of the system but earn the privileges. One day I’d be able to apply for citizenship through the process of Naturalization, etc …
This gentleman then signed a couple of papers, put everything into an envelope and sealed it officially. He reminded me to not open it. “It must only be opened by the immigration officials in Honolulu at which time they will issue you the proper identification, granting you legal access to reside and work in America.”
My face was a tale of delight to say the least. I stole a quick glance Theresa’s way with a satisfied grin. She was smiling.
The officer continued, “God bless you Mr. Masala and all the very best to you. United States is a big country,” he spoke so sincerely. “Good luck and be sure to make the best of what America has to offer you.” He shook my hand firmly and honestly. I was moved by this experience I tell you.
I came out of the office with Theresa and into the reception area. I was on a cloud for sure! and it was time for me to be on my way. I wanted to say goodbye to her with a hug, I was so happy you know.
Instead, I thanked her warmly for her wonderful help. “Good luck with all you set out to do! I have faith in you Mr. Masala. There’s a part of my that still cannot believe the speed with which you did this!” Her smile was infectious.
“I’ve got to tell you, after the determination you’ve demonstrated with all of this, I know you can make it big!” And there was my verbal hug.
What a morning! I returned to work. I felt all eyes on me, at least on the big envelope under my arm.
Jules knew what it was and I’m certain she quickly read the look upon my face and came right up to me with a great big hug. “Nand I cannot tell you how happy I am for you!”
Back in the workshop my uncle asked me what was in the envelope and I said, ‘It’s my visa to take to the United States!’