This post is long overdue, but has been on my mind and I hope you’ll humor me. The blog entries I wrote for my previous construction company varied between too much personal content versus strict construction information – I enjoyed sharing pieces from both areas of my life and had readers who felt similarly.
In July of this year, my family’s Visas were revoked without notice and we had to leave Texas in order to work out our immigration issues from Canada. We left our home, our friends, most of our belongings, and our jobs. For the second time in a year I drove an F-150 and a covered trailer close to 2000 miles over four days, only this time headed North instead of South. While the trip was thankfully uneventful, the days were some of my darkest as I worried what good was in our future.
Within a span of four months, we were able to obtain new Visas and re-entered the US in November (on my birthday, no less). Along the way, there were many helping hands, kind souls, and moments of such generosity I’ve been left eternally grateful. While the deportation process was calm, cold, and devoid of any compassion, effectively blowing our lives up in a matter of 30 minutes, I’m focusing on that which came after the bad news which was nothing short of a miracle. Our family, friends both new and old, and perfect strangers banded together to ensure that we felt cared for and capable of resolving this. While this ordeal has left its mark in more ways than one, I am choosing gratitude as we settle back into our “old” life.
Thank you for your thoughts, prayers, and encouraging words. Thank you for helping our family in any way possible. Thank you for looking after our home and for your help finding a temporary one in Canada. Thank you for believing in us and sharing our hope that we would indeed return. Thank you for listening and sharing your advice. Thank you for your kindness to our kids. Thank you for lifting us up and the reminder that a set-back is just that. Thank you for not giving up.