History Repeats Itself

A former co-worker recently posted a photo of a U.S. military jet packed with Afghanistan refugees fleeing their country. The scene reminded her of her families own 1975 escape from Vietnam. However, she says she was very young at the time and did not remember much. She did know what a great sacrifice her parents made to protect the family.

Today, that young refugee is a skilled therapist, manager, law enforcement trainer, mother, wife, and productive community member. Thinking of her post, I thought of this new wave of refugees from yet another war torn country and their journey to our country.

Like my friend and her family, Afghan refugees will face difficult times assimilating into our society. They supported our troops now we need to give them support and a chance to succeed.

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden do
or!”

Most, but not all, of us have a linage of a family from other parts of the world. We are a melting pot and, in my view, better off because of our diversity.

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