On this date, forty-six years ago my family and I arrived in Miami, Florida. We were part of the Freedom Flights. (From the Wiki: From December 1965 to early 1973, under the Johnson and Nixon administrations, the twice daily "Freedom Flights" (Vuelos de la Libertad) from Varadero Beach to Miami were the only way to escape out of Cuba. It became the longest airlift ever to take political refugees and transported 265,297 Cubans to the United States with the help of religious and volunteer agencies. Flights were limited to immediate relatives, with a waiting period anywhere from one to two years..)
The last 46 years have not always been easy, there have been struggles aplenty. But there have been great times as well. In the end, I am thankful to my parents for making the very difficult decision to leave home and bring us to a new land.
I am also thankful to the United States and to the American people for welcoming us into their midst with open and generous arms. The United States is a wonderful country and the American people are a great and generous people. I am glad to call the United States home and I am glad to call the American people my brothers and sisters.
God bless America.