Clean Up on Aisle El Paso

 

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I did a good thing yesterday.

I cleaned two rooms in my house; they looked beautiful and smelled fresh. As the day wore on, they lost that sweet, clean aroma. It’s our fault.  We left stuff lying about as my husband and I dressed to go to dinner with friends. So, if I fail to start over today, the piles of clothes, makeup mail, medicines, and other odds and ends will grow. If I stop working in the bedroom and bath, I’ll look like I’ve hoarded mountains of stuff.

Kind of like the streets of El Paso, TX do. Did you see on the news where those unfortunate migrants are cluttering the street? They sleep and eat there because they have no place to go. I saw one fellow trying to brush teeth with a bottle of water as he hung over a trashcan.

The clean-up crew sanitized the area before the President of the United States arrived.

When he left, the area resumed its previous condition.  Kinda like my two rooms. Messed up again.

The migrants are looking for a better country to live in, and I get that, however, as soon as they cross over into our country, they cease being migrants and become illegal immigrants.  We have laws for entering, but these laws are ignored. They may be under the impression coming in as they do is okay.

My heart breaks for them. The Texas weather is often brutal. Hellacious in summer and bitter in winter. Many of these seekers are abused physically and mentally as they place their lives into the hands of criminals who promise to get them to America. These crooks wish to make a quick buck and assure the migrants the moon. The illegals soon end up on our sidewalks.

When do our lawmakers clean up this chaos?

 

This is a photograph of someone's garage. How would you like to clean this up?

Fortunately, it's not mine, but I know the person who

made this clutter.

Like the two rooms in my house I cleaned, if debris isn’t sorted and organized, it becomes unsurmountable and becomes overwhelming. It's best to keep a room orderly. 

I like to give—personally, and as a nation.

Three Sundays ago, a homeless lady asked us for money for a hotel room. We took her to the motel and paid for the night.  The same day, another lady asked us for money to pay for medication.  We gave that, too. But now we must work and earn a bit before we have any more to give.

We take care of others by taking care of ourselves first. Our nation welcomes others, but we need to make sure we can afford to do so. Can we help the whole world? No, but we can help a few at a time.

I don't usually post anything political, but I thought about those homeless people as I cleaned up my home. Our lawmakers need to respond to these homeless illegals.