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by an intern with the West Ohio Conference
June 2009

I am the ideal America, the streets paved with gold. I am the wish of every American immigrant. I promise the necessities and provide for the weak with some to spare. I will come visit you at night and linger all day, poking and jumping, disturbing the back of your mind. I am convincing, hopeful, and enduring. I will not go away until your problems go away. I invite you to choose me, it will be worth it. Oh I promise it will be worth it. Come find me. It will take more than you can fathom to make me reality, but don’t think you can’t, don’t ever think you can’t. “Go to America,” I say, for I am waiting. Go and tell your story, if you do, you will find me. Somewhere, you will find me.