I came into this country on the 9th February many, many years ago. It was in a Nursing Home in the North of England. I couldn’t speak a word of English and had no money or clothes. Someone slapped me on the bottom and made me cry.
I was never forced to learn the language as it seemed to come naturally after a year or two. Later on, I migrated to the South with my parents who settled quite well in a house provided by the Local Council. I hadn’t paid into anything and yet obtained free Health Care and schooling.
Receiving a good education, I found a job, raised a family and they now contribute to society in various ways it was hard to imagine all those years ago.
Where I originally came from I don’t suppose I will really know this side of eternity but I have loved living here and am so grateful to have been accepted by the communities I have known over the years.
Are we all so different?
Just thinking out loud about the day I was born.