Immigrant Friendship

Wanda, I am sorry to hear of your losses.  You remind me to make a phone call.  A good friend is dying in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, as I type this.  He was my department chair when I taught in Ontario, Canada.  We bonded.  He was an immigrant from India, and I, an American, too had immigrant status in order to work there.  He became a Canadian and I returned to the USA.  He was writing his "story" about being an immigrant in Canada, which, sadly, included severe discrimination.  I supported him through these ugly trials.  We had the same values.  Now, I need to call his wife to ask permission to finish his story for him.  Thank you for the reminder of putting "first things first."  Dr. Rux