There was a family that kept cutting through our yard. We would ask them to please walk their bikes since riding them was ruining our lawn. After several attempts at civility, I yelled at the mother, father and their children of various ages. They started to cry and handed us a document that stated they were refugees of the Kosavo War.
Unfortunately, they were not treated well by their sponsors. Once our neighborhood realized they we living on bread and water and being paid well below minimum wage…the action began.
They have now become citizens. All are working at an Atlantic City casino, have bought a home and we are proud to call them Americans and our friends.
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