This is a must read. Francisco.

There’s a man named Francisco in my Speech class. He barely speaks English, he’s about 5′7”, and around 50 years old. Francisco came here from Mexico 3 years ago and sits exactly two seats behind me to my right.

A few weeks ago, our speech instructor asked each of us to stand and deliver a 60-second speech on a topic that meant the most to us.

I chose to talk about my dog; the lady in front of me talked about her daughter, and the guy across the room talked about beer. Francisco talked about America.

With his plaid shirt tucked into his worn jeans and scuffed loafers peering from beneath tattered hems, Francisco’s first words were:

“I talk to you about important. America is important and why I love it.”

The giggles, the papers rustling, the chairs creaking…all came to a sudden halt. Suddenly, the classroom fell silent. Teachers yelling over the din couldn’t silence we the youthful mass. But Francisco’s soft, unobtrusive voice uttering the name of our nation as his beloved vaporized the commotion in the air.

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5 Responses to “Where’s My Kleenex?”
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  3. […] The Daily Spork 2.0: Francisco (via Right Wing Nation): There’s a man named Francisco in my Speech class. He barely speaks English, he’s about 5′7′’, and around 50 years old. Francisco came here from Mexico 3 years ago and sits exactly two seats behind me to my right. […]

  4. Meg Heekin says:

    Absolutely. For most of our history, America which is a land mainly of immigrants anyway has welcomed others openly. What I would suggest is that we address the plight of those Americans who were here and preserved this land long before any others touched her soil. The Native Peoples. Many live in third world conditions without proper food housing education and other services. Their suicide and alcoholism rates are
    abysmal. Ship back the illegals, give them a chance to emmigrate legally but first help the indigenous people.

  5. Just one Kleenex?

    I almost killed a whole box. There’s a man named Francisco in my Speech class. He barely speaks English, he’s about 5′7”, and around 50 years old. Francisco came here from Mexico 3 years ago and sits exactly two seats…