Samantha

When I immigrated from my home country to another that I thought was more free-thinking than mine, I was met with discrimination. Owners and even workers thought that I was taking jobs that should belong to those who already were citizens of that country.  It is ironic that this new country of mine, from an historical perspective, had many, many immigrants come into the country in the last century.  The people keeping me out of a job are the descendants of immigrants.  Yet, they cannot see now that I have much in common with their own families.  Their lack of sight is my occasion to forgive them. I may not have a job yet, but I do have my faith, my convictions, and peace of mind and heart.  And with perseverance, I will land that new job soon.

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