"Go back to where you came from"

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It’s been interesting

I’ve been told to go back to where I came from.
I’ve been told that I have no life.
I’ve been told that I’m not a good Christian.
I’ve been told that I’m unpatriotic.
I’ve been told that I talk too much.
I’ve been told that I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I’ve been told that I’m wrong.

It’s a good thing that I’m not defined by what people say about me.

I know what I’m talking about, otherwise I wouldn’t have a degree in engineering. I wouldn’t have been able to meet the qualifications, pass the exam, and get licensed in engineering and land surveying in several states. I wouldn’t have a successful record of 40 years in engineering and construction.
I served in the military. I love my country.
I’ve been a Christian for as long as I can remember. Part of being a Christian is knowing that you never get it completely right—only Jesus and His mother did.

I have a life--I have an AMAZING wife of 42 years, a wonderful family (that’s my grandson below), and wonderful friends.

Oh, and, you’re welcome—for warning you about your defective roof trusses, for the small part that I played in getting the traffic signal installed at the dangerous intersection just outside our gate, and for the small part that I played in drawing attention to the poorly built stormwater management ponds that you could have got stuck with paying for fixing. Pardon me for looking out for you.

And, excuse me for living.

Oh, and by the way, I’m not going back to where I came from just because you say so.
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