Today is my birthday and I wonder how many new children of immigrants are being born today in the United States. Are their parents looking into their innocent eyes and wondering who their little ones will be when they grow up in this wonderful country? Are they thinking of their own countries of origin and the sacrifices they made to come to the United States?
Will they tell their children about their families' roots and keep their cultures, faiths, and languages alive in their homes? Or, are they just thankful to be living in a free country where they can make the choices as they go?
When I was born 57 years ago, I'm sure my parents were delighted to have a healthy girl and I'm guessing they must have been so thankful to live in the safety of the United States after surviving the Holocaust in which so many of their family members were murdered during World War II.
A birthday is a wonderful thing to celebrate and it's a time to remember, too. If feel such gratitude for the sacrifices my parents made to come to this country. I am so proud to be an American!
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