When someone has a shock they change forever. A shock will make damages and may also leave deep scars. Cultural shocks are just the same, and it is up to each one of us to make a decision: complain of the pain we had or keep going on. When I came to Taiwan, I didn't realize how much my life was going to change. I’m not talking about language, food or customs. In my case, after 9 months those barriers are being left behind already. Is easy to speak mandarin with Taiwanese people; is a little bit tricky to eat noodles with chopsticks, and is very exciting to jump into a scooter wearing a yellow plastic bag rain coat! Yet, there is one aspect that is amazingly hard to understand: People.

The university where I study accounts with a great number of foreigner students, which makes it a diverse place to learn about each other. Also, I have many Taiwanese friends who are my classmates. So…what do you expect when you have so many people from different parts of the world? Is it fights, misunderstandings…romance maybe?? Well, in my opinion I’ve found one very thing: Love.

Recently I got seriously sick. It was difficult to move and I could not eat for a week so I had to be hospitalized for some days. Then I had to be moved to a different hospital. I thought the situation was getting worst. There was only one thought coming to my mind while they transferred me by ambulance to another hospital: I wanted to go back home! Later I had a surgery that leaved a scar on my body. But…was I ever alone during that time? No way!! My Taiwanese classmates were taking turns to take care of me at nights. They helped me explaining what the nurse or doctor said, helped me to go around and stand up from the bed because I was so weak that I could not do those things by myself. Yet, they were not the only ones looking out for me. My good foreigners friends were also always with me. People from the four corners of the world: Belizeans, Guatemalans, Gambians, St. Lucians, Thais, Americans, Salvadorians… and the list goes on and on. They all were with me during and after my sickness process. They all had a lot of things to do: studies, job or families. So why were all of them sacrificing so much for me? Many people around me say that they all did it because I’m a friendly person and I am always open to talk with anybody. Is it truth what they just said to me? Is it because I’m “good”? I don’t really think so. My firm belief is that is God who has brought me here and has surrounded me with such amazing persons although I don’t deserve it. This is the shock I am facing. Learning to understand how these people from all over the world are so kind and nice to others who does not belong to their county or family. For me the cultural shock not only included emotional scars (like being homesick, etc.) but also included a funny and cool scar on my belly. I already had some physical bruises made in Taiwan which I had while learning to ride bicycle all speed downhill in my campus, or while touching the scooter s buffers by accident! This scar is way more precious because it reminds me of all of my good friends in Taiwan and the great care they showed.

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