We have borders.

Our skin is our closest border, a barrier that keeps bacteria and viruses out, gives us our particular shape and size, allows us to be flexible and move with agility.

Our minds have borders that allow us to go as far as we think we can.

Countries also have borders that make them independent and sovereign.

This border check, on Arizona Highway 19, is between Nogales and Tucson.

Cars going north, further into Arizona and the United States, come to a standstill as border agents stop us and ask – ” Are you American citizens?

German shepherd dogs, on leashes, walk around our vehicle with their specially trained noses looking for drugs and contraband. A uniformed Border Patrol agent peers through the car window at us as we go through his check and answer his questions till he gives us a quick visual once over and waves us through.

Open borders is a compassionate political theory, but, at night, do we leave our front doors open and hang a Welcome sign on our refrigerator?

What I always wonder is happens to me if I leave the U.S. on a trip and they don’t let me back in?

Why aren’t more American’s trying to break into Mexico if it is so bad here?


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