Camilo (in the center) just graduated from the two-year teacher training program at my school. He likes to practice English with me, not because he plans to be an English teacher right now, but a major leaguer. Currently, he plays baseball for a farm team sponsored by the San Diego Padres. He is a right fielder and bats pretty well. His dream is to play at the Padres baseball academy in the Dominican Republic, then in San Diego, and finally, a baseball player's paradise, Fenway Park. Camilo can't believe I am lucky enough to go to games once or twice a season. I don't have the heart to tell him I am not a citizen of the Red Sox Nation. I just like cold beers on hot nights and a good excuse to eat a hot dog.
Camilo also reminds me of how lucky I am to have an American standard: an old baseball glove. The Padres only pay for only his uniform, not for cleats or gloves. The season has just started and his glove is too worn out to use. He just paid for his $500 teaching program and is broke. My solution: the old glove I found in a friend's garage a few years back. I decided to surprise him with the glove at school. I honestly didn't think he could use it because it is too small for his hand and too short for a fielder glove, but I thought maybe a little brother with big dreams could use it. When I gave Camilo the glove, he gave me a big smile said thank you very much! in his best English. He didn't take it off for the rest of the day which looked funny since, it barely fit the hand of his 6' 2" body.
Good luck Camilo! I hope to see you when I look up from my cold beer at Fenway Frank.