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Joan Midler had been on her way to work that Wednesday when she caught sight of something that seemed very interesting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018What is that?\u2019 Her blue eyes widened and her brows knotted together. The young immigration lawyer from Orange County<\/a> had a thing for helping foreigners. She loved interacting with people from other countries, who had different cultures and beliefs, working with them had widened her horizon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

She quickly parked her car to one side of the road and got out of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of recent, there had been an influx of about twenty thousand refugees from Syria and they were having a hard time fitting into the small Californian city.<\/span><\/p>\n

A mischievous smile pricked her lips as she recalled the complaints she had gotten from some of the refugees who could speak English. Language was a big problem here, and they had no choice but to begin ESL classes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello!\u201d She called out to the three children and a middle-aged woman on the other side of the road. They seemed to be in some kind of fix, and they really looked confused.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan straightened her skirt and marched confidently in her black pumps towards them. They were arguing with a bus conductor who had begun yelling. And from his filthy lips, a dozen curse words fled into the air.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan noticed that the woman and the children who were obviously hers because of the strong resemblance seemed confused. They looked at the angry guy in bewilderment.<\/span><\/p>\n

They were thinking, \u201cWhy is this guy yelling on such a sunny day?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

When she arrived at the scene, Joan couldn\u2019t help but admire their colorful dresses which reminded her of some Indian movies she had seen when she was a kid. The girls covered their head with a little scarf, while the woman veiled herself with a Hijab.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello\u201d Joan flashed a smile at them.<\/span><\/p>\n

The woman quickly shifted and pulled her children away from the stranger. Her swift action didn\u2019t go unnoticed. It only made Joan laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I am here to help you.\u201d Joan pressed a hand on her chest, a gesture most people understood as love or peace. Obviously, they were new to the area and they needed some help.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan heard the kids whispering something in a language similar to Arabic, which she understood partially. Due to the nature of her job, Joan had learned to adapt to languages quickly. She knew how to speak French, German, Russian, Spanish and Turkish fluently. Other languages came in bits.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want here lady? Are you coming on the bus or what?\u201d The angry conductor fired at her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, not really,\u201d Joan paused and ran her eyes over the woman and her kids.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t look at them. They got on the bus and won\u2019t pay, even after we dropped everyone at the last bus stop.\u201d The man was still annoyed.<\/span><\/p>\n

At that point, Joan understood what was going on.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa, did you care to find out where they were going or you were just yelling?\u201d Joan wondered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI work on a bus, not some interview company.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan ignored him and moved towards the woman and her kids who were about running when she raised her hands in the air and screamed, \u201cSalam!\u201d At once, they all stopped and stared at her in wonder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSalam?\u201d A smile split the chubby face of the mother, as \u201cSalam,\u201d was the call for peace. It was a welcome. It was an invitation.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan hoped the woman wouldn\u2019t gush out more Arabic, because she would be totally lost.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, where were you going?\u201d Joan gestured with her hands hoping they would understand, and they did.<\/span><\/p>\n

The youngest kid screamed, \u201cArsadia\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust hear that, ain\u2019t no place like Arsadia!\u201d The conductor yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan laughed as she realized they meant, \u201cArcadia,\u201d<\/a> but their accent had caused a little confusion. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have a car; I can take you wherever you want. You can trust me, Salam.\u201d She pressed her hands together and bowed her head like she was in prayer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The woman moved closer to Joan. Apart from the fact that the woman spoke a word she understood, there was something about her sapphire eyes. They were calm, considerate and friendly. She could trust this woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you are thinking of leaving without paying\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joan flipped her purse open and handed him a few dollars.<\/span><\/p>\n

She grabbed one of the kids and raised him into her arms. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNext time, learn to be nicer to strangers. You don\u2019t know when you\u2019ll find yourself in need of help.\u201d She waved a finger across the man\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\n

Five minutes after, her new friends were already in her car heading to her office where she would bring in a translator and help get them the assistance they needed.<\/span><\/p>\n

They drove off to:<\/p>\n

K Nair Law Group
\n31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675
\n(949) 493-4150<\/p>\n