THE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT

On our early morning walk to the ocean, we met a young, weary mother walking slowly with a baby in her arms.  A most unusual sight at 5:45 AM.  She haltingly asked me, "Taxi?"  And then, "No Police."  I asked her if she had just gotten off a boat from Haiti, and she said she had.  ((an illegal crossing). While I walked with her to get a taxi, I found out that the time in the boat was treacherous and frightening.  I don't want to hear about how we need to prevent illegal immigrants.  Not when you think about the courage it takes people to risk everything for a better life.  Our world should have no borders. If we had to, we would have done what this woman did.  Prayers for the mother and baby.


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