As I ponder what I will write this week. I felt I needed to share a bit of what America means to me and where I came from.... I was born in South America, Punta Arenas, Chile 38 years ago. My father was an American on tour with his Navy ship when he took port in the southern most tip of the world, in the city of Punta Arenas. This city is actually the most southern city of the world. Yes, it is very cold down there. The hottest summer is maybe in the 60's. The winters, from what I remember, are extremely cold. You can actually take a day cruise to Antarctica. Yes, that is how far south this city is and how cold it is. Brrrrrr! My father met my mother and married. A year later I came along and about three years later my sister came along. When I was around 6 my father wanted my mom and us girls to move with him to the states. My mom, still not knowing English, packed up her bags and her two little girls who also didn't speak any English and moved to the Midwest and ...
She Becomes a Mother to Find the Very Essence of Her Purpose.