Opportunity's Hard.

I was completely out of underwear. Completely. Today, I had to wear the ones that stay hidden in the back of underpants drawer until it's absolutely necessary to pull them out. And, I think we all know how uncomforable that pair always is. I just went to Wal-Mart to buy some new ones because it was time for some fresh bloomers.

As I walked, in I noticed a security guard and said hello. I thought I heard some kind of accent when he responded back, but I wasn't completely sure. I went in, and went straight for the skivvies. I found the drawers that I needed and found a few necessities. A $7.50 movie (Unbreakable), a Label Buddy, different colored tapes to go in the Label Buddy, and a KitKat bar. Clearly, all important.

As I was walking out, I saw some money on the ground. I stood there for a second and stared at it blankly.

"Crap.", I thought.

I didn't particularly want the responsibilty of taking care of this lost money, but I felt since I saw it I should do something about it. So, I picked it up. From where I was standing it only looked like a few dollars, but when I looked through it and I noticed the two 20's that were hiding behind the 4 ones. I had already decided to give it back, and fortunately for me the same security guard that I said hello to earlier was walking around near me.

"I found this $44 and I thought I should hand it over to you." I told him.

He looked at me and said in an accent that I couldn't recognized, "Okay, I'll take you to one of our managers."

"He must be new." I thought.

Nobody seemed to want to take the money from me, and I was trying to give it to everyone. We finally found a manager that would take it.

"Thanks!", she said.

It really was no problem.

"I would hope that someone would turn it in if it were mine." I told the guard.

He went on and told me that I did the right thing.

I don't know how we shifted from the money conversation, but he asked me what my name was and I told him. Then I asked him.

"Ariga."

It was very hard to hear in the Wal-Mart and I think I just stared at him.

"Manyahe."

He then pointed to his nametag. A. Manyahe.

"Manyahe?" I asked.

"Ariga Manyahe." He said.

"Okay, Ariga Manyahe." I repeated back to him.

He then proceeded to ask me where I was from, and I said from here.

I asked where he was from.

"Ethipoia."

I have never met anyone from Ethiopia before that I know of.

I asked him what he was doing here and he said, "Opportunity."

He was a high school teacher in Ethiopia. Now, that he's here he has to start everything over. He has to go back to school. It's hard to live in Ethiopia, and it's hard to move towards "opportunity" here.

Opportunity's hard.

I'm not one to just start talking to people that I don't know. But, I glad that I met Ariga Manyahe.