I Am an Immigrant

I am an Immigrant.
I am flawed like all others but I have evidence that my contributions to America outweigh my foibles. I take pride in my heritage and I weave its impression to the fabric of this nation. I purposely took a pledge of allegiance to this land and swore to defend its ideals. I believe people are created equal, I believe that it is hard to form a more perfect Union and I believe that better days are ahead of us. 
I am an immigrant and I don

An Immigrant Gives Thanks

When we crossed the border many years ago seeking a new life it wasn’t glamorous and uncertainty was high. Our parents had a dream though and they hoped we’d realize it. 
Their hopes were simple. 
Contribute positively to the community that may adopt you, act in accordance to a set of commandments and educate yourselves so that you may educate others. My father knew he may not get to today with us but if he had he’d see something I consider special. All his immigrant children now adopted into the community of Citizenship coming together with families to give Thanks. 
He isn’t though so I get to share with others the pride he would have certainly felt because I know I do. 
Thank you America!

Naturalization

Odd to see the details of one’s life filtered to 21 pages of check-off boxes and info sections. As I fill out USCIS Form N-400 I am reminded of the first time I set foot this great land.

 With each section I complete think of old jobs, dramas, successes and promises afforded me by being a member of this great society. Interestingly enough my life seems to be fairly simple. I have had long tenures in my career, been with the same terrific woman for more than half my life and am raising two live-wire kids. Heck…3/4 of the dogs I’ve own have really loved me. 
I sit here and wonder what the person reviewing my application will think of the summary of my life thus far. I guess we’ll find out in about 7 months now won’t we?