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Illegal Immigration and Assimilation

I was trying to hold off as long as I could before even entering this frontier. It is a maze and yes the immigration system is broken. Today.  It wasn’t in the past when my ancestors came over from Ireland and England, as I’m sure others from Europe. All entered through Ellis Island. This was the inspection immigration station that all came through from 1892 until 1954.. Lets talk about a little history which many are ignorant of especially illegal immigrants. 

Benjamin Harrison, 23rd President of the United States, designated this as a federal immigration center in 1890. Sadly and unknown to many today, not ALL got to go through Ellis Island. The populations that came got broken down into class systems. First and second class just like our aviation  of today. First class, second class and then coach. First class and second class immigrants were inspected on board Ellis Island and then were disembarked in New York and New Jersey. Now third class individuals were left on Ellis Island for medical inspections for diseases. All good has come out of this because 2%  of the immigrants were denied entrance. Ellis Island

Now we are going through very sensitive cultural times regarding immigration in the 21st Century and who would have thought that it would get this?  Yes, we are in different times now and lets hope so because that is progress. We also can not forget our history, constitution and what is legal and what isn’t. That is why this great country has its laws or we would be an anarchy country out of control.

One man comes to mind whom I feel has said it all. In 1907 Theodore Roosevelt put it this way. By the way for those who don’t know American History, he was our 26th President of the United States. His presidency was also entangled in legal immigration. His words were as follows:

Theodore Roosevelt’s ideas on Immigrants and being an AMERICAN in 1907.

“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American … There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag … We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language … and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.” Theodore Roosevelt 1907 

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Just today in our daily paper a vigil was held (now not a memorial) because a student minister (daughter) was arrested by ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) because both parties, mother and daughter “were ordered removed by a federal immigration judge on May 22, 2008. On June 1, 2009, the Board of Immigration Appeals upheld the immigration judge’s removal order for both parties. The daughter was released because she was a DACA (Deferred Action for childhood Arrivals) after being brought her by her parents from Columbia. After reporting to ICE offices in Chicago she would not be deported. Phew! One of the parents is still in custody due to the order and will have to report to ICE office in the near future. Now this is LAW.

The daughter has very fine credentials and is an upstanding person and has received many degrees. The point that many are missing is this, this fine upstanding person is FREE FROM DEPORTATION after meeting with ICE.  Phew. 

Now there is another third party in the mix Voces de La Frontera, an activist group with well and good intentions for supporting immigrants for their agenda. “Neuman-Ortiz, Executive Director, claims that ICE just doesn’t care.” ICE is doing their job and following their guild lines as all parties are in this morass are doing. Even Voces de La Frontera.

I guess I don’t understand having a vigil when LAWS are followed and the outcome of not being deported is a blessing. 

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Follow Up to Panic Attacks

After my blog post regarding panic attacks, it was brought to my attention that there can be other causes other than psychological and physical. A dear friend mentioned the following to me and with permission I would like to share.

{quote}It is crucial that anyone experiencing panic attacks get a full physical exam, blood work and so forth. Why? Because sometimes, people get sent off for counseling or psychological testing when an underlying medical condition goes untreated.

It is equally as important that anyone that knows someone who has panic attacks not assume that person should just get a grip and pull up the big person’s pants and deal with it. Panic attacks are real, whether physical or psychological. I lived it, Jan. I’d be on the expressway headed toward Monday morning court and have a frolicking panic attack. Heck, I’d be in my office, typing away on the computer and have a panic attack, out of the blue… but it was my heart.

However, there is a difference between depression and mental anxiety and a physical condition. A physical condition, like a heart problem, cannot be corrected with therapy, but a non-specific anxiety condition that causes panic attacks can be psychological can.

So, please be careful when you describe panic attacks and be sure to encourage anyone that is experiencing them to get a full physical examination.{quote}

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Panic Attacks

pencilToday is all about panic attacks. No I’m not having one at the moment thank goodness, but what brought it to mind was the gas explosion in Durham, NC 4.10.19. I wasn’t thinking so much of my panic attacks, but of these people, towns and countries who experience terror such as this. This will have a lasting effect on Durham I am sure. 

Panic attacks can come on at any time and is a mental illness. I sure wish there was another term for it, but there is not. To my knowledge 1 in 4 people have a mental illness, so we are in this together whether we want to be or not. The most difficult part to having anxiety is talking about it to others who say, “are you all right?” I’m one who “appears” higher functioning and sociable on the outside but it doesn’t invalidate my mental havoc at times. Many don’t carry cue cards or banners advertising their malady. Just a “are you ok today?” is a real pain reliever if one asks. 

What is a real heart breaker is when someone says just “get over it” or “snap out of it”. Wouldn’t one think, “if we could we would?” It isn’t like one morning we wake up and look at our Rolodex and say, “Geee, what mental health illness do I want today?”

Signs of an anxiety attack:

I am one who experiences shortness of breath and it feels like I’m in a paper bag. To help others here, I usually just stop what ever I am doing even if  it’s pushing a grocery cart, reading the paper (which will cause anxiety in anyone) or in a crowd. Following I found some symptoms that may be recognized to possibly help others if you see and individual struggling/suffering in silence. 

                  Sudden overwhelming fear

                  Palpitations

                 Sweating

                Trembling

                Shortness of breath

                Sense of choking

                Chest pain

                Nausea

                Dizziness

                A feeling of being detached from the world (de-realization)

                Fear of dying

                Numbness or tingling in the limbs                                                                         

Let me just add here, “why is it when someone has cancer we don’t shun the individual or diabetes?” A question to keep in mind. 

As I say in closing, onward and upward  care about the one next to you. Love yourself as well and mostly. Just by chance the person next to you may be fighting their own inner battles with mental illness, cancer or diabetes. 

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Walking ~ Enduring

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Its been a year now and for some reason I set a goal. At the time, it was a haphazard goal since I’m not very discipline at keeping goals and never was. An unfortunate thing happen to me when I fell on a friend’s front porch with a very high step. I wasn’t trying to challenge the height at all, in fact, I didn’t realize it was even going to be a challenge. I had a kind moment and was bringing chili to my friend which I toiled over the night before. In the process of the step up, I fell but I saved the chili! I also, received a torn meniscus that I have been dealing with ever since in the right knee for a year.

That day, was an epiphany moment and the first day of the rest of my life. I’ve begun to realize there are a few things to keep to be independent. A pair of eyes, two legs that bring along two good knees along with horse liniment. This incident literally brought me to my knees and the realization that I’m going to have to indulge in self-care. I entered the traditional physical therapy ordered by my NP and a very good specialist. It worked for a while but I realize I would have to put more of myself into the process if ever I wanted to feel human again and not a Neanderthal dragging my knuckles. 

I took it upon myself to walk, walk, walk! For a year now it hasn’t been easy, but I keep going even when I don’t want to. In the beginning it started out only .2 miles to a friend’s house. Of course and then back. Very painful but I kept telling myself “No pain, no gain”. Ohhh how I hated that motto over time. Then it was only a half mile. Then back down to .2 miles.

Now here is the triumph! I am now up to doing a mile when I can, which is about every other day and weather permitting over a years time. The moral to this blog post is to “Never Quit”! I plan to keep going and my goal is two miles if and when I can arrive at that. My biggest fear is that it won’t take another high hurdle or fall to realize “keep on keepin on” has its pay offs. 

For goodness sake save the chili and rehab the knee. 

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Another Day in Paradise

Onward and upward is my credo
So many things overshadow
What lies within an aimless desperado
No where in site is the lotto.

Onward and upward, to where?
So much for being debonair
Back to grubs, mess up hair
Having no flair.

Back to scrubby jeans and tees
Green teeth and bad breath
Mine as well have fleas
So I will be teased for love in a town of disrepair.

Onward and upward to where?
Doesn’t matter
No one cares
So there.
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Grateful

Thanksgiving. A time for looking around and seeing not what we don’t have but what we do have. This statement seems to get lost in the everyday business of the 21st century. First thing most individuals do and I’m just guessing, is fly for their cell phones. The coffee pot. The TV remote. The chair at the kitchen table, grab the Black Friday ads and study the strategy for tomorrow. (Black Friday)

To really put it out there from the heart, I love Thanksgiving. The fall colors, slight chill if not brutal chill outdoors, all nice and crispy. Now for the indoors. The smell of turkey or ham, sweet potatoes, corn, roasted buns (and not mine) cranberry’s, egg nog. Beverages: Merlot and Lambrusco. Stemmed glasses and grandmothers favorite silverware of old.

As the celebration is being prepared, I wonder how many of us really and I mean really look around as we are in the crowded kitchen and count the things we do HAVE? Or are we eyeing the BIG TV’s, the next elaborate cell phone for selfies and the DOOR BUSTERS?

Today for myself and not selfishly but sharing, I’m thankful for God, family and friends. For two reasons. One, less costly. Two. Most important. I very seldom speak of biblical verses here, but today, is special. The one verse that I take kindly too is:

Matthew 6:25-27 “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

I will confess and beg the difference with part of the verse. Agree life IS more important but I think and believe, if I DIDN’T wear clothes, my life would truly cause an uproar and I’d be put somewhere where I’d be less important in my snug white coat. Yes, I do look at the birds as well, but yesterday, I saw my feathered friends grappling for food at the feeder. I’m not so sure God feeds them, but I do as my dependents. I’ve been chosen to provide willingly. Indirectly at times He does provide. Now if I could add them to my taxes at the end of year, it would be a joyous task at tax time.

Now on a serious side. It is so true how many of us worry and even are fearful today and fret with all that is going on around us. Not so easy, to just stop and NOT worry. What really struck me most about the passage is and quote “Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” Stop and think about that.

How many single moments have been added to our lives (longevity) by worrying about the tax collector, the virus in our computers, rising cable costs, President Donald Trump inserting foot in mouth, and finally, worrying about where the next dollar will come from to feed the kids? Or the birds? 

In finality, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth and life hasn’t dealt me the best hand. I’ve learned to play the hand, be grateful, stay in the game and not fold. Most of all, I’m thankful for all of that. 

Onward and upward’

A Conversation with God on Election Night

God: “Phew, looking down on earth and seeing the United States and seeing my loved ones flying to poles. Ohhhh wait, polls. I’m scratching my cranium over that.”

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, we vote down here.

God: Strange, when those who believe in Me and my creation, there is no need to vote.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Tonight is the BIG ONE! The red vs the blue!

God: Huh? Colors? My eyes don’t see color. Red, blue, black, white, green or pink, nor brown. My eyes and heart can only see humanity as one color.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: For some reason, the human palette sees many colors, like a coat of many colors and the human race that you created is having trouble getting past diversity.

God:  Well ahem now, not my intent. The creation I desired was for nature to be colorful and man and woman were to follow suit in uniformity without animosity.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well God, I hate to be the first to tell you, it isn’t working out that way. There is much division. Here comes the colors again, Red~Republicans and Blue~Democrats on this election night. Many people of color, white, red, black and brown are hopefully voting. Voting for righteousness and solidarity. There is a wedge causing a crevice that seems to be getting bigger of discord. How can man, woman and child reconcile?

God: Stop. Regroup. Pour yourselves another! Coffee, Tea, Milk, Kentucky Bourbon or have more of Me.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Well, I’ll drink to that! Choosing you. Moving along, let me ask your thoughts about illegal immigration.

God: I was an immigrate in many lands that I journeyed. There were those that fed Me. There were those that clothed Me. I was very thankful for the hospitality as many hope to be upon entering a new land. Although, sojourns are only temporal. They must follow the laws of the land.

Jan, the Daily Reporter: Now I know you won’t understand this, ooops, relying on my own understanding and forgetting your understanding above all, its time to move along to get to CNN to see the tallies. It’s a busy night earth time. I believe you are with us all and ALL the authorities of this land. We hope to choose wisely for this land but we can only hope for your Providence on this night. 

Onward and Upward