“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” – Emma Lazarus
This is a land of opportunity. A place where we are “free”. People flock to these shores to make dreams reality. The Lady in the river greeted millions, some exiled and others the willing. Both search search for castles in the sky. The plight, common. By any means necessary, their resolve. Legal or illegal, they are all dreamers. We all dream.