So remember that time when I went to see Miss. Saigon last night? Wow!
For those of you who haven’t seen it, the curtain falls with one character dead and everyone else standing there, wondering how everything they wanted has suddenly slipped away with the suicide of a sweet Vietnamese girl.
I sat in my chair as the curtain fell and thought, surely there must be a third act where our dead Vietnamese friend revives miraculously, and then they all fly to America where it ends with a rousing tap number with fireworks and people being shot from cannons.
After I processed the whole show I have to say, I really liked the way it ended. Because sometimes in life things don’t work out the way you want them to, ya know. Sometimes your hopes are dashed, you lose your job, or you become a cripple.
And sometimes when you are in Vietnam you get married, and then you have to flee the country, leaving you Vietnamese bride behind. And then you remarry in the states and start a new life for yourself only to find out your Vietnamese wife is still in love with you and is raising your love child, who you knew nothing of. And then when you finally fly back to see her in Vietnam she kills herself so you can raise your child in the states.
I mean these every day trials happen to us all at one time or another. Am I right?
Whenever I see a show like this it makes me think of how great my life is. Mostly that I don’t have an illegitimate child...in Vietnam…that I know of…yet.