Monday, June 2, 2008
So I'm pretty much a Mexican. That's what it really comes down to. Ok, not really but anyone who knows me knows I have a place in my heart for most of them. This stems from my mission for sure. I was treated with so much kindness by the Hispanic people in Georgia and even here in Utah that it takes a pretty sour Hispanic person to get on my bad side.
Here is an example of a typical conversation which used to upset me: I was speaking with these two guys who were trying to recruit people to work with them on the Border Patrol. I jokingly said I couldn't work for them because I would let everyone in. Later I said, seriously, that the real reason I wouldn't want to work for them is because I have seen so much of the good, having had good friends who are in this country illegaly and been treated with so much kindness by some of these people, that I wouldn't want to always be seeing the bad in the border drugs and everything on a daily basis. Then the guy had the nerve to say, "Well, the thing you need to realize is that even the good is the bad. Illegals are a huge drain on the economy...blah...blah...blah...(a bunch of misinformed nonsense spewed out of his mouth.)" Anyway, that would have upset me in the past but I've gotten used to the fact that some people have forgotten the fact that this country was founded by people who fled other countries searching for better lives. Anyway, this is one thing I feel strongly about but I don't really want to make this political. I just don't feel like I'm better than anyone else because I was born in this country and I don't feel like I have the right to deny someone the chance to have the same opportunities I have to succeed in this country.
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