The Best Bowl of Ramen Came to Me by Chance

The best bowl of ramen came to me by chance. I had just sat down and the man sitting next to me made eye contact with me. “Here for the first time?” we both asked at the same time and we both laughed.

“Yes,” I said.

“Me too,” he said.

Thus began a conversation of journeys, hardships, travels, and perseverance.

We bonded over how we were both uprooted from our homes at a young age, how we tried working in jobs that did not satisfy us, and how we both had dreams that made our parents feel uncomfortable.

“My mother and I are estranged” he shared with me, and I could see the sadness in his eyes.

I said sorry and wished things were different.

“My husband and I just bought a house in Mexico” he brimmed, and I could hear the joy in his voice.

When the checks came he asked if he can pay for mine because he wanted to thank me for what I did, and to be honest I don’t know what I did except for being in the right place at the right time.

And that was how the best bowl of ramen came to me by chance.

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