Awkward

Coincidentally, I’ve been thinking a lot about heritage lately. I visited Ellis Island last week, looking around at the same sights my paternal grandfather was looking at in 1923 on his first voyage to America. I tried to imagine what his thoughts and feelings were - he knew no english, was deaf since childhood, and just completed a somewhat harrowing journey across an ocean on a chance and a dream. All to land on this rock with thousands of others hoping to get in to America.

He was 24 years old. Trying to find a better life for his family. A little over a year later, he made enough money to go back to Switzerland to get his wife and two small children.

Amazing leap of faith.