what would I sacrifice

the way to the US for a Central American is horribly dangerous. our government refuses salvadoran immigrants. we, a nation of immigrants, are restrictive and elitist. I cannot live at peace with the way things are, and am helpless to instigate change. I feel like when i was on the junior school bus and bullied by steve s., the bully who found my head a sufficient target for his book and fist. in another life, i would have feared less and defended more than my perception of rules. I look forward to reading enrique's journey, and wondering about what it is like to be more of an outsider than i already was

what matters

started listening to the Vice Presidential debate tonight...quickly grew irritated by the blathering and apparent inability to get questions answered. compared what I watched on the television to what I watched at my youngest daughter's school playground: two 4-year old junior kindergarten students debating height. the kindergarten students were more coherent; their debate mattered more, to them, and to me.