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Originally Posted by Cynthetiq
I'm sorry no we aren't that much different.
My parents didn't have family here. They came here ALONE. In fact they even met here and married after 30 days. They didn't have country to back them up, they didn't have family, or even a home. My father came here with some money in his pocket and brains in his head. My mother came here with some savings and much needed skills in the healthcare industry.
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The post was directed at you, since obviously you have family, a great country, and a home you worked hard to earn. Equally obvious is that most immigrants will be in similar situation as those of your parents (i.e. no home, little money). I'll add, that neither did mine when they brought me here.
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No my parents did not come here illegally. Other family members did not do that. They waited YEARS to come here, being petitioned over and over by various family members until they were finally approved.
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OK, and back to my original point: What if you don't have the years to wait it out? Here's what my father told me when I asked him why he decided to bring us over here:
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Cuba's a communist state. None of my dad's friends had "jobs". They would all steal from others and shops so they could sell the loot and make money. But not my father...No, he made shoes. He tells me his shoes were famous around the town and a little further. One day the government came and decided they didn't want him making shoes for money any more, so they took all his equipment, his stocks of leather, and everything he had invested in his business. What was he to do? At this point, he was supporting me (3 yrs old), my mother, and TWO daughters (1 and 12 yrs old). He filed the papers for immigration after his cache of money ran out, and so did my grand-aunt, who was here in the States at the time. Family and friends were able to help us with food and shelter while we waited for our vessel. MONTHS went by, we had no money, then the people who were helping us ran into problems of their own. We were literally living in a space not much bigger than 5 x 9 ft. FEET. For all six of us (my father showed me the space last time I visited Cuba. The opportunity presented itself where we were able to escape, and my father took it.
If we hadn't left, who knows what would've happened? After all, the only people who could help us at the time fell into their own hardship, so we were on our own, with not so much as a mound of dirt to sleep on. According to my father, concrete is not very comfortable...
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So what was the solution? Commit to a life of crime to make enough money for food (which is very illegal, and immoral to the core, and harms many innocent people)? Or illegally go to another country where you can give your family future?
Yeah, life isn't fair, but that doesn't just mean give up, and damn your family of 5 just because you fall under hard times. Sometimes it isn't as simple as "Just wait YEARS for your chance to come." That's the whole point I've been trying to make...