Friday, July 3, 2015

Back in the USA

Today was a strange day.  I still haven't gotten a grasp on it yet.  Last night I itched all night.  I only have health insurance in Honduras, since that is where I live.  So I went to the Dr at 7 a.m.

They gave me another IV of prednizone and I was out of there within a half hour.  I really love this clinic and the doctors there.  They don't mess around.

I was dopey as I passed though the airport and onto the second flight.

As I landed in Denver I realized something I have never thought of before.  I was born to two residents of the US.  I can come and go from the US on a whim.

At the same time so many people risk their lives to be here.  Where I am.  Where I can come if I can pay for the airfare and where I am welcomed with open arms.

Tears came to my eyes as I thought of the five people I know who are currently risking their lives to be in the US.  I have two friends who were crossing the border into Mexico last week.  Two more friends arrived here illegally, one almost dead, last week.  And of course there is Fany's brother, who is being helped by immigration after he almost died in the desert in Texas.

I was born to one family.  The were born into another.  That is the only difference.

With all of the racial tension lately I have seen many posts about "white privilege".  Today my privilege really struck home.  I love Honduras and don't want to live anywhere else. It is a blessing that I can come and go from the US, legally, whenever I choose.  Until now it is something that I took for granted.  I will never take it for granted again.