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George Neidorf's avatar

Let me tell you a real story.

Jan. 12, 1968, I was playing music in a club in Perth, Australia. At 8:45 PM we finished the first set and as I was walking off the stage, I turned to my right and saw a group of Asian young ladies sitting at a corner table. One of them caught my eye and I went over and talked to her. We spent the rest of the year together, then her education visa expired and my 5 yr. commitment expired. She went back to Thailand and I went back to the US. I was supposed to go to Thailand where we would be married but I never had enough money to do that and we drifted apart. Over the years I tried to find her but without success. Then in July of 2012 I received a friend request on Facebook from a young beautiful Thai woman asking if I would be her friend. I thought, why would a young beautiful Thai woman want to friend me. Then I noticed that she was the pianist with the Royal Bangkok Symphony Orch., and I thought she must be interested in the music that I play. I emailed back that I would be her friend if she would look for a person that I used to know and I told her the woman's family name, father's occupation and social status and said, I don't expect you to find her but if you'd look I'd appreciate it. An hour later she emailed back and said, "Oh, you know my mother Angelie." I sat and cried for half-an-hour. In July of 2013, she came to the US, we married and in Aug. moved to Thailand. 11 yrs. later I still have tears in my eyes as I type this.

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JBR's avatar

Wow. Such a remarkable poignant essay. And so needed.

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