Arrivals... There goes the neighborhood

This post is about the clash between two cultures. The only clash of cultures I could think of is when my grandpa came over from Sweden to America. He was only nine years old at the time.  In this instance the clash is between Swedish culture and American culture. My grandpa knew very little English when he came over. He had an exceptionally hard time learning the language. The kids he went to school with bullied him for the way he looked, how he spoke, and he was constantly bombarded with racist jokes. One day at school, he stood up for himself and punched his main offender in the face. My grandpa described it as one of his most proud moments. The kids at school begun to leave him alone and it was clear sailing from then on out. He had made countless friends, and his confidence built through out the end of elementary school. Upon his graduation of eighth grade, he could speak English fluently. His grades showed a promising future. He continued his academic success all through out high school. My grandpa and his family had adapted to the American culture at last. At home his family still made him carry out some Swedish traditions but these were forgotten over time. As he moved on into collage he developed a small business called, safety products. He made school supplies and over time he acquired multiple patents. My grandpa managed this business till he was 65 when he sold the company. He now resides in Hawaii living the dream. His success proves that he endured the clash between two cultures and made a legacy for himself here in America.