My grandfather was an immigrant for Nova Scotia. He came down during WW2 to work at the Boston Shipyard. Became a boilermaker and rose to shop steward. He was a great guy and strong as an ox. I thank God he had the guts to leave his family and everything he had known and grew up with to immigrate to the USA. Each one of us had that one person way back that wanted a better life and was fearless enought to come to the USA. Many could not speak English or could understand how to function in this land, but they came anyway. As I sit here at my desk in my house and consider the life I have I am very grateful.
I believe that this country is the best in the world and if other immigrants want to come here we should let them. We should put up with the hassles of Jose or Pattal at the gas station or donut shop and just smile and welcome them to the club.
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