The American dream begins here and has been beginning here for hundreds of years. Talk to any two people on the street or in a cafe, at a corner or in a supermarket and you will hear it; one of those two had to learn English later in life to participate in this dream. In three days, even though I’ve spent most of my time indoors with Stacey, I have heard representatives from every corner of the world. One of the strongest driving forces I have witnessed here is that drive to compete with the immigrant. The immigrant is a person who wanted success for their family so badly, that they did one of the most difficult things imaginable.
The immigrant reinvented their reality in a foreign place. The immigrant negotiated a movement across continents and oceans. The immigrant has brought their spirit to within our borders to lend to our nation their drive, passion, intelligence and heart. Each of them is like an infusion of precious platelet, or white or red blood cells to the our nation’s circulatory system. There is a buzzing pulse to this place with the hum of nearly 1000 languages. This city is so very blessed.
Stacey has said on more than one occasion that everyone should live at least one year in New York. I have not been able to find one New Yorker who disagrees.