Our church told us that we would be helping someone in need that had no money and no place to go. I pictured someone local who was having a hard time, but when I saw him for the first time I was shocked. He was tall, had a dark shade of skin, black hair, and spoke very little English. The first week was weird for me--it's not like I've never seen a foreigner before; I just never lived with one. I eventually returned to my normal routine, and became friends with our guest. One day he was watching a baseball game on TV and I asked him if he had ever been to a game before; he said "American Baseball? No..." From that, I thought it would be "cool" to take him to a major league baseball game, because he did not have that opportunity in his own country.
             The first thing I did was to check the Oriole's schedule (hometown team) on the Internet to see the best time to go. The foreigner had seen computers before, just never the internet. I tried to give him a brief summary on how the internet works but it was too broad a subject; I ended up confusing him. I punched in the official site of the Orioles in the address bar of internet explorer: http://orioles.mlb.com/ then clicked on "schedule" on the upper menu of the web site. We picked a date that worked for both of us and set it on our calendars. Then I called ticket master (888-848-BIRD) to check availability and pricing of seats. I finally obtained two tickets for the left field lower box, section 12. I paid $50 by money order sent to:
             Driving into downtown Baltimore is always annoying; "road rage" begins to set in on all the busy people about their lives. The only one not annoyed was my partner; he looked for the first time at the tall skyscrapers, the intertwined highways, the huge old warehouses, a
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