I have a dear friend who moved to southern Arizona a few years ago — to a retirement community that’s about 30 miles north of the border. She told me the story of her neighbor…
The neighbor awoke to find migrants in her backyard, asleep on her patio furniture. What to do.
Well, she woke them up, invited them inside, sent them to shower while she prepared breakfast. Gave them a change of clean clothes, fed them, and sent them on their way with a supply of bottled water. Why is this so hard?