40ish some years ago, many of our parents immigrated from Asia to the United States for a shot at a better life and greater opportunities for themselves and their kids. I think about my mom and dad and how scary it must have been to pack up what little belongings they had and move away from everything they loved and found familiar to the other side of the Earth. The language was totally different as was the food, the streets, the people, the sights, and the sounds. Talk about a scarier than hell life change. They had very little to no money but they ended up making it work. I wonder if I possess the guts and/or the balls to do something similar today…
