The Tie That Binds

I love the convenience of modern technology, but when things go wrong, it can be maddening.  I lost a bundle of photographs due to a glitch with my camera's memory card.  Lesson learned, and I already knew this, back things up frequently. 

Anyway, I lost some irreplaceable photographs. 

There were three portraits that I especially regretted losing since I am always on the look-out for a good portrait.  One was a young man with a charming smile who wore a tie to the recent A Gincana jamboree.  It was possibly the only tie present the entire day, his personal fashion statement.  We shared a laugh as he tried to teach me some dance moves.  I’m not a dancer at all.  Although every person in Brasil appears to have it,  I have no rhythm in my genes.  Ivan chuckled as he tried to get me to copy moves I couldn’t do.  Then, I took a portrait of him and his tie.

It just so happened a few days later that Ivan attended a birthday party and he knew I was going to be there.  As soon as he saw me, he gave me a hug (which all Brasilians do) and then gave me a two-page letter – in English.  The kid didn’t speak English.  This was a major effort on his part and I was very touched.

Of course, I wanted another portrait.  Ivan didn’t happen to have the tie on, so he raced home for the same clothes he wore in the previous photo.  Again, I found this to be such a thoughtful gesture.  So, I retrieved one lost portrait that I never expected.  But, the surprises weren’t over for the night.

I presented Ivan a portrait I drew from Mexico.  It’s how I thank the people I meet along the way.  I never expect anything in return, but Ivan told me that he had a gift for me as well.  Then, he took off his tie and put it on me. 

It was a very good moment in Brazil.

Ivan’s letter started out with a quote that I took with me from Brasil.  I’m not really sure if they are his words or something he translated from Portuguese.  Either way, it is a good message.

          In life, we take many turns . . .
          And during these turns,
          We find many people who mark us
          And they leave us something special.
 
Of course, he meant it for me, but I find it is also true for the very special people I met in Brasil.

There was one more special memory as I worked on this portrait.  While in Brasil, I was treated as a celebrity.  People took hundreds of selfies with me.  They asked for my autograph.  Many were thrilled to be in my presence.  It isn't a lifestyle that I'm used to.  I know the truth.  And, the truth is, I'm no celebrity -- except for in one small corner of southern Brasil.  However, a few hours into the work on this portrait, I noticed that my name was on Ivan's sleeve.  His was one of the many, many shirts I signed while in South America.  I don't usually sign my name to my portraits.  But on this occasion, my name accompanied a special memory. 
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2017

September

Buddhist Blessing

August

A Novel Novice
The Calm Before
Woman at the Wadi
The New Normal

July

French Fedora
Belgique Chic
Turkish Tea

June

Great Scot!
Loch Locks
Dutch Ears
Oh, La La Louvre

May

Gjirokaster Gjyshe
Geezer Wheezer

April

Mother Teresa's Sister
Ave Maria
Not Just February 14

March

The Tie That Binds
Howdy, Partner
Something Foul Afoot

February

January

Crocodile Dundee? Not Me
Blue Parrot
Sandy Feet in San Pedro
Simply UnBELIEZEable!

2016

December

Tchau, Brasil
How to Import a Gringo
My Turn to Cry
Midnight in Marumbi
La Mia Flight 2933
The A Gincana Funeral

November

Saci's Pinata
Terere
Mural 50 in Barbosa Ferraz
Climbing Coba
Those Americans
A LIttle More Loving Care
The Day of the Dead
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