Search Victims of religion-based medical neglect We would like to share with you just a very few of the stories of children who have died because of religion-based medical neglect. Bear in mind, too, that many children who have escaped death have ended up disabled or psychologically harmed as a result of this sort of neglect. Sometimes parents wake up in time to save a child, but too often they do not.
My Immigration Story The story of U. Statistics do not tell the story of immigration.
Since its inception, this nation has been continually infused with the energy of newcomers. Yet their assimilation has seldom been smooth. The challenges we face today are not new.
Only the stories are. My mother, father, siblings, and I had been living in a poor part of town in Guadalajara, Mexico. My father worked as a ranchero and my mother used to waitress at a local pub and restaurant.
I was the oldest of all my siblings and therefore, the leader. I had to set an example for the younger ones and had to take care of them from the dangers of the world. One day, I was at home when I found out my father had been killed.
It was a tragic day and my mother, devastated from the loss, wanted to move to America, speaking of being safer there and how America could help us all.
We moved the following week, wanting to leave Guadalajara and the crime of the small town. We were missed and there was no one else to care after the ranch since my father died, so they closed it down, but it was necessary.
We no longer wanted to live in such a dangerous place, so when we moved to America, we found out we had taken up all of the small apartment complex. After we moved in, there was no more room, so I guess we were lucky. My siblings and I went to school and had good grades, my mother working as a waitress, yet again.
I grew up to be a police officer, wanting to be able to prevent crimes in my city, New York, like to what happened to my father. I thank American for the opportunities that it has given me and will be forever grateful.
Marisela New York City I was born in Iran, and at the age of 10, my family and I absconded from the multi-systemic injustices and immigrated to the US in hopes of extended opportunities and freedom.
I was about 3-years-old when the Iran-Iraq war started. My experiences as an immigrant child growing up in the US helped me gain an appreciation for the gift of life. This is because my immigrant story is tied to so much loss and despair…. Through the years so many of my family members passed away both grandmothers, uncles, aunts, cousinsand I never got to see them again.
I grew up here wishing that just for one holiday in my life I could have family around and feel the love that everyone else seemingly felt. Turning our backs on immigrant and refugee populations would mean we are no longer willing to nurture others like myself who have a chance to grow and contribute to what makes America already so great.
I ask you to please continue to fight tyranny and injustice by keeping the conversation going. We cannot allow this president and his administration to change the core American values that have been admired by the world through so many decades of exemplary practices of inclusivity.
I was four years old then.
We came because my parents sought a better life for my brother and me, so they gave up the comfortable one they had. My parents always said it was because of President Johnson.
Growing up, I was fortunate to make many wonderful friends of diverse ethnicities, religions, and backgrounds. I was fortunate to have received an education that opened many doors for me. After graduation from college and medical school, I was privileged to take care of cancer patients.
I was privileged and fortunate to contribute to the discovery and development of several new cancer drugs that are available for patients today. As a parent, I am blessed to have one son serving our country as an officer in the 82nd Airborne Division and another son pushing the boundaries of medicine and science beyond that taught to me a generation ago.
I am an immigrant and a proud American.
Like many immigrants, I am grateful for what America has to offer and strive to make America a better country. I was fortunate not to be a refugee. Peter Boston My brother was born in Peru.oh, I’m sorry i thought this was German law:(as the article was in German.
i think i got my hopes up. My son was illegally taken to Germany and i have a Hague convention case on going. The woman we have to deal with loves going into her MOTY (Mother Of The Year) act. Unfortunately she can only sustain it for a couple of months at a time.
Moorestown, NJ - Your Child Can Go To School In Another District In Your Area. Throughout the Victorian period, thousands of orphans and other unparented children existed on the fringes of society, where they were at once more pathetic and more of a threat to social stability than children in even the poorest of families.
I have a question. My son is in a special needs pre-k, all the kids have ieps. My son is high functioning autistic. Anyhow, there is a child in the class room that has extreme behavior issues and is dangerous to other children and teachers.
Statistics do not tell the story of immigration. People do. Since its inception, this nation has been continually infused with the energy of newcomers.
Yet their assimilation has seldom been smooth. The challenges we face today are not new. Only the stories are. SHARE YOUR STORY IMPORTANT NOTICE If you need legal advice on dealing.