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-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Words in the Statute of Liberty

All the great spiritual leaders have challenged us to let the world pass through our heart, another name for love.

As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change toward him. Gandhi

It’s crucial to remember that it’s simply our turn. Nepo