Thought For The Day

“I’ll never understand how destroying families through deportation benefits our society. How we treat the undocumented says a great deal about us as a people and whether or not we’ll continue to fulfill the fundamental American promise of equality and opportunity for all.” (Conor Oberst)

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Spiritually Reflecting On Jorge Garcia’s Deportation…

Two months ago, Jorge Garcia, a 39-year old man who’s lived in the United States for more than 30 years, was deported to Mexico due to current legislation targeting undocumented immigrants. Left behind were his wife, Cindy, and his two children, Jorge Jr, 12, and Soleil, 15, all of which are U.S. citizens.

Jorge, was brought originally to the U.S. by an undocumented family member when he was 10 years old. Since 2005, he has been searching for a path to legally live in the U.S. and has racked up over $125,000 in legal costs in the process. While he has actually faced deportation ever since 2009, the previous administration had provided him stays of removal that kept him here. But under the current administration, he was officially ordered back in November to return to Mexico. And unfortunately, Jorge was too old to qualify for DACA (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals), which protects children of undocumented immigrants, thus leaving him with no options and his forced exit from the United States on January 15th.

Currently, Jorge is now living with his Aunt in on the second floor of a small house and has been feeling completely lost ever since, as he resides in a country that doesn’t feel like home whatsoever. With no criminal record here in the States, not even a single traffic violation ever, a solid work history, and someone who always paid his taxes every single year, I’m truly struggling to understand why this had to happen to Jorge.

Sadly, it’s been almost two months now since his deportation and his demise seems to have completely drifted out of the news. I have looked at the picture of him and his family hugging each other at the Detroit airport multiple times ever since I first came across his story and have felt a pain in my heart that I don’t know if I have the right words to back the feeling up.

What I can say is this. I have great compassion for Jorge Garcia and the family he had to leave behind. While I do know there are undocumented immigrants in this country that abuse our system, that deal drugs, and create more problems than provide benefits of remaining here, I wish there were changes to this legislation that would take each situation case-by-case, that looked at things like criminal records and tax histories, and maybe even got reports from previous employers. But alas, there is nothing of the sort and now an upstanding husband, father, and former three-decade long resident of the country I’m from is barred from being here. And for a man who worked morning to night doing landscaping to support his family, raising his kids, and loving his wife, I struggle to find any valid reason, other than broad legislation, why Jorge should have been deported.

If you’re wondering why I feel so passionate about this, enough to write an entry in my blog about it, it’s because of the great pain his story brings to my heart and soul. I can’t imagine what it must feel like right now being in Jorge’s shoes or even in his wife’s or kid’s either. I’m sure there have been many tear-filled nights on all parts concerned, as I would have plenty of my own too if I was in their situation. Nevertheless, I pray that somehow Jorge may one day be allowed to return to the United States and get official citizenship and I pray for all others who may have fallen into a similar situation as he.

In the end, my parting thoughts are this. I totally understand why so many are struggling right now to feel proud to be Americans. Hopefully, this will change soon, but until it does, I can only hope my words and my prayers may at least bring some light into the darkness of Jorge’s situation and the darkness that feels so present right now on our very soil…

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question To Ponder For The Day

Have you ever worked or still do work in a customer-service oriented position? If so, what was/is it and what was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to deal with in that job when it came to a customer?

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Grateful Heart Monday

Welcome to another Grateful Heart Monday everyone, where I look for one new thing each Monday to write about that I’m truly grateful for, and for today it’s for all those who work in any customer service-based position.

So, for all those who are waiters and waitresses, flight attendants, help desk support engineers, baristas, retail associates, cashiers, concierges, maids, food service specialists, receptionists, home technicians, customer care operators, dispatchers, front desk agents, bank tellers, and all others who are working in customer service, I’m truly grateful for each and every one of you, as I know the amount of energy it takes just to remain in this branch of employment.

Having formerly been a help desk support engineer myself for several different companies, as well as owning my own bed and breakfast for many years, I came to understand just how difficult it can be on more days than not, in serving the public. For every customer who shows some level of appreciation for you, there are always ten others who seem to constantly take out their frustration on you, especially when you don’t get every single thing perfect for them.

A great example of this was when I used to do help desk support for a check-cashing software company. More than once I had stores call me up and say their computers weren’t working. I always began my support by asking them if their computers were turned on, which tended to consistently get my head bit off and me asked if I thought they were stupid. Yet, do you know how many times that was actually the reason why things weren’t working for them? 95%. But, being on the receiving side of people whose ego and anger has all figured out in their head before they even call is never easy to deal with. Yet, in this type of position, things are generally the employee’s fault no matter what and never the customers, even when many-a-times it should have been the other way around.

Another good example of this was when I ran my bed and breakfast. There I had to smile all the time, under every circumstance, like even after my mother had died tragically. Because everything had to be perfect all the time for my guests, as when their brain told them it wasn’t, they would let me know by usually telling me something needed to be better for them or they would refute the credit card charges. Yet, none ever really took the time to see the amount of work I put to make their stay a great one, nor knew that my work day began at 6am and ended at 10pm, or ever considered the possibility that I had a personal life as well.

But, as much as my bed and breakfast and help desk work experiences were as challenging as they were, it’s because of those positions that I’m truly grateful now for anyone still in this sector of the work force. I have a lot of respect these days for those who serve the public because I know what it takes to be in their shoes. I know they get blamed for far too many things that tend to never be their fault. I know they get their butts handed to them on far-too-many days too. But I also know they have hearts and souls no different than I, with their own trials and tribulations going on in life as well, all the while performing their jobs to serve people just like me.

Customer-service oriented jobs aren’t easy to do, on any level, which is the very reason why I’ve dedicated today’s Grateful Heart Monday to all those who currently still are employed in one of these types of positions. It’s much because of all of you that this world keeps on functioning and I thank you for that and for all the servitude you offer to each of us, day in and day out, sometimes even in the worst of circumstances. For that I’m truly grateful!

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson