Thank you, grandpa.

I’m proud of my paternal grandfather. For having become an illegal immigrant. He sneaked into the U.S. Around 1900. Looking for a better life. He was a German. And became an American by assimilation. Without my ‘illegal’ grandfather, I’d not be an American. In fact, I would not be. He would not have met my grandmother. They had three children. Including my father. Imagine that. I am thankful. That my grandfather did something illegal. I owe my life. To him. Yes, folks, it’s time to look at the big picture. Of life. In a kindly and appreciative and accepting way. --Jim Broede