 My moment of cultural shock was probably my first day of first grade. They skipped me over kindergarten, I guess, because of my age. It was so brilliant that they put me right into the first grade. But they were calling my name about four or five times. And everybody's looking around the room like, where is this guy? And I didn't realize that that was my name, but they were calling because I've never been called that before. Again, when I started this thing, I said my name was Ahmed Mostafa Mata. Maybe it came up with some Oknad or something that just didn't sound anything like my name. And it took me a while to realize, oh, that's me. So here's my hand and my experience as far as cultural shock. We were too young. We came at five years old. We didn't know any better. We spoke Portuguese with my mom at the house, Arabic with my father. And English was not allowed in the house. And we were going to learn it in school, in the street, so what have you. And yeah, that's about it. A little shorter version of my story about it. I think the name was definitely something that... Mom, no question about it. It was always that first day of school that I was always so anxious about. Because even though, you know, as the years go by, all my friends knew my name and they all knew how to pronounce it. But that first day of school, when the teacher starts taking attendance and I know she's going to mess up my name and I'm just like cringing and waiting for her. You know, to mispronounce it and of course I have to connect to it. You get that question, what do they call you? I think what do they call me? It's my name.