I started to write about how pissed off I am about immigration, but I think that’s not what I really meant to write about. I think I meant to write about hope.

Every generation hopes that their children will be a little better off than they were. They hope that their lives will be easier, happier, more fulfilling. They hope that their kids will be able to buy houses, have a job, raise a family…be part of the middle-class. I hope dearly for these things for my children.

My fear is that these hopes are in vain. I’m watching the Million Mexican March going on across the nation today, and I am resentful. I watch our government giving benefits to those who enter our country illegally, while those of us who are US citizens go wanting. I worry that my kids will never find a job because greedy US corporations are outsourcing to China, India, and Mexico. I am afraid my children will have to wear oxygen and full-body UV-coated armor to go outside in 20 years, when the ozone layer is gone.

I look at my children, my sweet girls with their big eyes and a great fear leaps up inside of me. How will they survive? I am going to encourage them to be doctors or plumbers because when all of the other jobs have been given away to cheap labor overseas, they will still be employed. I plan on buying as much life insurance as I can afford, in the hopes that when I go to whatever place awaits me after this life, they will have enough to live on.

I live with the hope that someday, someone will have the guts to lead our nation back to the proud standing it once held. Man, woman, black, white, brown, yellow, red…I don’t care who does it, I just know we need someone, anyone to take us off of this path we’re on. If we don’t take care of tomorrow for the generation we’re raising today, our children will be the ones who suffer. Our neglect in the here and now will resonate in the generations to come; I hope we come to realize that fact sooner rather than later.

I hope.