Slice of Life

Last Thursday was "A Day Without Immigrants". I could see, at the school where I work, that some attention was paid to this movement in response to the President's rhetoric and plans to limit immigration to my country.

This is what I saw in my world....

A teenager from the Middle East politely asking for a dictionary in his native language. They knew how to say please, thank you, yes and no, in English, perfectly.

Another teenager said, My Dad came to this country so we could have a better life, I'll be in school every day I can.

A group of pre-teens ran....yes, they were running....into the library to the far wall where shelves of books in their native language are. It's always a race for Diary of a Wimpy Kid no matter what language it's printed in.

Every Slice of my Life encounters immigrants...., For those students that showed up to continue your learning of what American means, bless you with a hug and a high-five. You are already living the dream.

books in the library where I teach