Immigrants make America great
In 1949, my maternal grandparents left everything and everyone they knew — a happy family, a comfortable home, a thriving medical practice — to travel further across the Earth than any of their family ever had before, to come through Ellis Island, and to trek to the Mayo Clinic so my grandfather could become a pioneering anesthesiologist.
Twenty-one of my aunts, uncles, and cousins have since followed in their footsteps and …
