We see millions of people coming over our southern border
Millions of people are here illegally some through no fault of their own
When your parents bring you here as a child you have no say
When you are born in this nation from illegal parents it is not your fault
Our government works on the principle that we need to return them
They want to build a fence to stop them
Some want to legalize the ones here and start over
Reagan tried this and it proved to be a failure
We need to look at why they are coming to our country
We need to help their country to become economically sound
We need to enrich our southern neighbor instead of China
We need to embrace Mexico and choose to help our neighbor
Nobody wants to leave their home, go to a foreign country
To find a job, to be secure or to face the depravation of family
We will never see an end to border crossings as long as the economy
Of one nation exceeds the economy of the other.
We can help them there within their border or we can help them here

We met just once,
But you still love me
You say I’m beautiful
When I don’t see it
We only talk on social media
But you make me feel like I belong
I hope that I can see you again,
I wish you lived closer to us
I wish you and my dad got along
Even though we met just once
I’m glad that you are in my life.

Have you ever made a loaf of bread?
It is a labor intensive, time consuming endeavor
First you must mix the ingredients,
You have to work the dough,
You must let the bread rise,
Then you must bake it until done
Now this bread must be used within a day
Because it does not preservatives
Why do we toast bread for Breakfast?
The bread made the night before was dry
Mom spent time at home making bread
While she was doing this she cleaned
She collected the eggs for breakfast
She milked the cow, goats
She weeded the garden, selected supper
She did the laundry by hand
Hanging the clothes to dry in the sun
Meanwhile she watched and taught the children
Then it was time for supper
She would collect the fall harvest
Canning the harvest to last through the winter
In the winter she would get up early to start the fire
Making breakfast and lunch for the kids
Sewing and mending clothes, blankets

We were exposed to the fresh air,
No air conditioning or filtered air,
Fewer allergies, less asthma, better health

We played outside, in the dirt and mud,
No television, computers or video games,
More resistance to common illness,

We did not eat processed foods,
No artificial chemicals, food additives
Mom had to bake bread, cook from scratch

Mom raised the children and was at home,
Mom, swatted us when we needed discipline,
Most of all Mom was there to Love us

Life was slower then, more predictable
We waited for Dad to get home,
Then we sat at a table, to eat supper, as a family

I’m bored, I don’t have anything to do
This is boring, I don’t want to do it
I challenge these statements with this,
There is nothing boring, only boring people
People that cannot find something to do are boring
People that complain that the job is boring are boring
There are more ways to entertain than any time in life
You can read a book, go for a run, take an internet course
People that are bored, are too lazy to figure out what to do
They want someone to think for them, to entertain them
So the answer is don’t say you are bored, say you are boring.

****** is such an ugly word and yet the black community keeps this word going.
Black comedians use it; people call each other this, almost like a badge of honor.
Yet when a white person uses it becomes the vilest insult.
Make the word go away, along with *****, **, and other derogatory terms.
The black race needs to treat each other with respect if they want everyone else to do the same.
A white teenager hears this and thinks that this is the way to talk to blacks.
They hear the Rap songs referring to blacks this way, then why should they not use the same terms?
How many times do you see white people calling each other names?
How can we learn to call each other friend, neighbor or fellow American’s if we put each other down?
This country needs to learn not only to respect other races but their own race too

Children do not know hate unless they are taught hate
Each child is born innocent, pure, a clean slate
A parent’s love can teach care, love and intelligence
A parent’s hate can teach hate, racism and brutality
Place two children in a room and they play together
They do not notice if one is black or white
Place two adults in a room they separate
Black on one side, white on the other
Is it possible to learn from our children?
Is it possible to learn the innocence we were born with?