Last evening, my husband and I went to look at the lights and fountains at “The Village” here in the city we live in. The lights are usually spectacular during this season and it is one of my favorite things to do. It was cold and so we went and stood by one of the gas-lit fireplaces that are around the complex. Two young men were standing there and they began to share their story with us.
They had come to America some twenty years ago during the civil war in Bosnia. Their family had come en route through Germany and then on to the U.S. The oldest had been a teenager when they made their journey. When we asked him if he missed his native country, he explained that there was a large Bosnian community here. They even had a mosque down the street where they could worship. Although they personally didn’t celebrate Christmas, they were enjoying the beautiful lights and dancing waters of the fountains. When we were ready to leave, they both shook our hands and the oldest one said, “We like America!”
As we left those two young men, I thought about all their family had gone through to get here. I was so pleased we had taken in refugees who were fleeing a civil war and needed the physical safety our country could provide. I was proud that our city had taken in many from their country so they wouldn’t have to live in cultural isolation from their native land. Here they had the opportunity to enjoy the best of both worlds. All in all, it was a great day to be an American!
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