tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74846191178680183392024-03-06T03:24:32.160-05:00The Family BondThe Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.comBlogger613125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-10448377898047953192017-04-11T10:08:00.000-05:002017-04-11T10:08:00.302-05:00Rambling Review from a ReaderThe Right Thing by Amy Connor. <br />
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Firstly, this review is written from my moral convictions and my literary point of view.<br /><br />Secondly, I don't claim to be a professional book reviewer. I simply review books through my experience as the reader. <br /><br />I had high hopes for this book. The cover looks is inviting giving the book a sense of innocence that one can find here in Mississippi. The title The Right Thing is also a reflection of the theme throughout the story. This is where my moral conviction influences my review. Annie is telling her story, vacillating from her childhood to present day. Throughout her childhood and present day adulthood, Annie finds herself with the daily struggle of doing "the right thing". Measured by the convictions in which I hold my own standards, there are only a few circumstances that I believe were actually the right thing to do. One being that Annie welcomes and befriends the little girl, Starr, who is the daughter of wandering preacher. Due to Starr's circumstances, she's always labeled the "white trash" of the community while Annie lives amongst the high socialites of the community. In the world of both classes, it's taboo for them to interact. But Annie does the right thing and befriends Starr seeing passed the social class taboos and in spite of the ridicule it brings her from family and friends. Annie also learns that sometimes choosing the right thing doesn't always result in the most rewarding consequences. Annie's desire to do the right thing is certainly honoring but some of her choices aren't morally right. This is what I don't like about the story. In a culture that embraces "the right thing" equates to whatever makes you happy, I can't truthfully enjoy or condone the way this author allows Annie to finally obtain the ultimate "right thing" for her life. Annie makes a conscience decision to do the right thing for herself because she feels she has always done the right thing for everyone else. The moral of the story, which is ultimately the ending, is that whatever makes us happy is the right thing and this is something I just can't support if it was the author's intent to justify Annie's choice in the end thus justifying such decisions made by all humans. <br /><br />Now from a literary point of view. This is Amy's debut novel. I did not enjoy the writing as it's not well written. The book drowns in clichés. There are too many and many of them do not make sense to me. The analogies she uses to try to make the reader understand her statement didn't do the writing any favors. As for the character development, I don't think Du (Duane) Annie's husband's character is developed enough to warrant the ending of why Annie makes the choice she does. <br /><br />When reading books, I try to resonate with something in the story. I did find one aspect of Annie's life that resonated with me. Living the socialite life because it's expected or because it's the class you were born into it doesn't guarantee happiness. In fact, it can result in a life of superficial friendships and constant acting. Annie comes to realize this as an adult. And while her desire to no longer live this type of lifestyle that isn't the problem, it's the solution she chooses to get out of it just isn't "the right thing". <br /><br />For the sensitive reader: you will find strong language throughout the book. There are elements of infidelity, mild racial issues (part of the story takes place during the 60s), transgender, mild religious mockery. <b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-77416350325677203972017-04-09T08:54:00.000-05:002017-04-09T08:54:09.750-05:00No Phone ZoneNeither of our boys has a fully functioning mobile device. They each have an Ipad but we don't have a data plan on it so all downloading or internet use must be with wifi. We have old smartphones that we have set up for them to be able to text and FaceTime but no data plan.<br />
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One of our boys really has no intense interest in having a fully functional device. He's really indifferent, the other...reminds us every day that he's the only kid who doesn't have one and he'd like to remedy that. He's eager to grow up and having one of these would speed up the process. <br />
Now, there are several ways I can handle this. If I follow the pc culture trend, I can approach this perceived disadvantage, crippling dilemma my son has with one of the following options:<br />
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1). I could create a safe place that will not allow him around fellow peers who have what he so desperately thinks he needs. I could only surround him with others who share in his despair. This scenario would allow only those who are like him, creating a scenario of sharing in their self pity or celebrating their uniqueness. <br />
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2). I could implore all other parents who allow his peers to have a smartphone to please cease with this privilege. I mean, their kid's privileges and material possessions are upsetting to my son. I don't like that he's upset so I must hold others responsible for his emotional distress brought on by not having what his friends have. It would be further upsetting if I told my son that he's responsible for his feelings about this so in effort to prevent further emotional distress, I explain that it's not his fault and others should stop with this privilege so he can he can feel better about himself.<br />
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3). I could give in to his pleas and follow the crowd. I could make myself a better friend to my son if I help him be like the kids he wants to emulate. I mean, what a cool parent I would be to allow him to dictate and further have his wants in our house and our society. <br />
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4). I could lobby for a law that would not allow anyone his age or under to own such devices. Since the parents obviously can't make the best decisions for their children, the government must step in.<br />
Instead, I choose to be the parent who exerts a more therapeutic approach...reality therapy.<br />
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A). Your problem isn't really a problem. It's a mere perceived idea that having a fully functioning smartphone will make your life better, cooler and you will be like your friends.<br />
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B). What you have is a 1st world problem...not a smartphone problem.<br />
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C). And finally, I don't care who has one...you aren't getting one and no amount of whining, complaining, begging or just pure anger at me is going to change my mind. But I will make a suggestion that will help you better deal with this reality in life...get over it and appreciate what you do have. When you do this, you will be able to better deal with the disappointments as you face them in life. <br />
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Oh, one more thing...I love you, SonThe Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-56016678369036167782017-04-07T08:48:00.000-05:002017-04-07T08:48:12.568-05:00When You Aren't a Speller<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">
When you have a child who is weak in spelling, you teach him to compensate for that weakness. Recognizing his weakness, he does what is necessary to make it work. Ignoring doesn't work, cramming the words into his brain doesn't work (that's not even learning), nagging about or condemning his weakness, thinking he's just not trying doesn't work. Instead, you teach what needs to be done to improve or make more possible in this area. For him, it's learning ways to compensate fo<span class="text_exposed_show">r it. </span></div>
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Some people aren't "spellers", at this point in his life, he's just not so I refuse to let him think he can't do it or believe he's not smart...he just has to find a different way. When he doesn't know how spell something, he uses the dictionary. If he has a misspelled word in his writing or other assignments, I show him the misspelled word and he corrects it by using the dictionary. Only after he has tried the dictionary with no success, I will give him the correct spelling, of course, this is case by case basis.</div>
The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-81301660411611089312017-04-05T13:21:00.000-05:002017-04-10T09:31:41.691-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-79677977049825008822017-04-03T13:51:00.000-05:002017-04-03T13:51:03.448-05:00Rambling Reviews from a Reader...Commonwealth I did not like this book. It's along the lines of a soap opera family saga..affairs, drama, self centered parents and over indulgent drinking. There are about 17 characters making it a little difficult to keep up with them. <br />
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Upon finishing the book, I don't have a clear understanding of the purpose of this book. The ending didn't even seem to bring it all together. <br />
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There is unnecessary use of strong language. (I'm not advocating that it should be acceptable in all books, by my convictions) but the use in this book had no bearing of the circumstances or setting. This kind of use is a turn off to me. I'm more understanding if the author is trying to make the situation more realistic but that's just not the case in this book. <br />
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It was written okay but the story just kind of dragged on with no seeming purpose. But there's always the possibility that I just missed it all together. <br />
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The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-44506973202458240442017-03-30T13:31:00.000-05:002017-04-10T09:32:41.263-05:00Throwback ThursdayThat #23 is my man! <br />
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-80750818167705591002017-03-29T13:13:00.000-05:002017-04-10T09:33:19.854-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-51650070242118143142017-03-27T13:45:00.000-05:002017-03-27T13:45:13.725-05:00Rambling Reveiw from a Reader...Teaching from RestI read this book in 3 days with a highlighter in hand. As a homeschooling mother, this book resonated with me on multiple levels. But I think moms, homeschooling or not can resonate with Sarah's perspectives of mothering. We, moms, struggle with balancing our children's education and life whether we homeschool or not. She understands and tries to help parents see that our children are images of God with souls and hearts to be <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">nurtured even through education. They are not images of a curriculum nor images of a grade level nor images of test scores.</span><br />
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I highly recommend this book to homeschooling mothers or anyone who may be considering it. But it's also a great encouraging book for any mom.<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></div>
The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-15988424297360471512017-03-25T13:41:00.000-05:002017-03-25T13:41:03.702-05:00Rambling Review from a Reader...The Prophet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The cover of this book alone exhibits the emotions I felt when reading it.<br />
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God has truly blessed Francine Rivers with the gift of putting emotions into a written story. Biblical fiction, when written rightly with the right intentions, helps make the stories of the Bible come to life. This isn't to take away from what God reveals to us when we seek Him in His Word but I believe God gifted some with the ability to write stories that help the reader relate to the humanity of those God used. And this is exactly what Francine did with this story of Amos.<br />
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Amos was a shepherd by trade. He was not educated by the scribes and priests of his time though he was an intelligent man. This story of Amos reveals the great lengths a good shepherd goes through to protect his flock as it parallels the lengths Christ as the Good Shepherd went through for His flock of sheep. At one point in the story Amos must intentionally injure one of his little lambs in order to protect the flock because it kept wandering putting the whole flock at risk.<br />
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"It's this or death, little one." Amos took a stone from his pouch, weighing it in his hand. Too heavy and it would kill the lamb; too light and it would not serve to discipline him... Tears burning, Amos went to the wounded lamb and knelt, 'I am here, little one. I would rather wound you myself than see you come to greater harm.'....'You belong with the flock, not out here on your own where death will find you.' He ran his hand gently over the lamb's head. 'You will learn to stay close to me where you're safe.'...Amos sat on a flat rock that gave him a full view of the pasture. Lifting the lamb from his shoulders, he held it close. 'You will learn to trust me and not think you can find better forage on your own. I will lead you to green pastures and still waters.' He took a few grains of wheat from the scrip he wore at his waist and shared his food with the lamb. 'Sometimes I must wound in order to protect.' He smiled as the lamb ate from his hand. 'You will get used to my voice and come when I call.' He rubbed the notch in the lamb's ear. 'You bear my mark, little one. You are mine. Let me take care of you.' <br />
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The story of Amos being a shepherd isn't detailed in the Bible but the author of this book gives a descriptive point of view of what it meant to be a good shepherd of Amos' time so that we can understand how Christ came to be the Good Shepherd and also how Amos came to see God's people as God's flock. <br />
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As Amos came to see the sinful pride God's sheep lived day to day, God softened Amos' heart so that Amos grew to love God's sheep as he had loved his own. In the story, you experience Amos' heartache as he sees the people reject his warning to repent. Amos' knew what would come if they didn't repent. God had revealed to him the destruction of judgment He would pour out on Israel if they didn't repent and Amos' heart broke for the people.<br />
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"Amos cried, weary, heartsick. A year ago, he wouldn't have cared about what happened to these people. And then he had prayed and God answered. Now he cares so much that his heart broke every time he thought of Jerusalem, every time he entered the gates of Bethel, every time he looked into the faces of the people who could not stand before the judgment of a righteous God, least of all he. God was holding the nations accountable for what they'd done against His people, but the Lord would also hold His people accountable for the way they live before nations." <br />
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I cried, throughout the whole book. What conviction to know that I, too, am an Israelite in need of repentance yet I'm also called to be an Amos among God's sheep. I am to love in truth no matter the cost. <br />
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The Bible doesn't tell of Amos' death but history tells of a violent death at the hands of Jeroboam II. The story ends with Amos' death and in his death, The Good Shepherd takes him home. <br />
When reading Biblical fiction stories, the reader needs to understand that the story is built around Biblical facts with a mix of cultural history of the time. Not all details and descriptions are Biblical fact though the event is...Amos was a prophet who was sent by God to Israel to warn of God's judgment that was to come if they didn't repent of their sins. The story around Amos' daily life is fictional based on the culture of the time.<br />
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I will be using this book as a read aloud with my sons. It presents wonderful discussion opportunities that are relevant to our lives of today. There are elements of mild gore from the physical persecution Amos suffered at the hands of the high priest he prophesied to. The priest of the time saw Amos' prophecy as blasphemy against them...revealing of the just how corrupt God's people had become. <br />
5 Stars. I consider this a must read as a book to help the Bible come to life and further reveal Christ's love for us.The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-91919429996840757202017-03-23T13:24:00.000-05:002017-03-24T08:39:59.736-05:00Throwback Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love that CB gets to play. I love to watch him improve and play a sport he loves. I love the parents on his team. I love that his coaches are truly there to coach these kids into better players, not to make a name for themselves or for their own kid. I love his fellow teammates. These fellow sportsmen exhibit the same class, sportsmanship and gratitude of their parents...they make their parents proud. And <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">I certainly love the lessons CB is learning in both the failures and successes. </span></div>
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What I hate is that many parents allow this sport to bring out the worst in them. Some coaches can't seem to keep a realistic perspective of why the game is played and who is playing the game. Some players think they are the next MLB MVP as much as their parents do and it's exhibited in their cocky/hot-headed attitudes (not to be confused with confidence). Although, this weekend's tournament didn't present any of the negative behaviors I just mentioned, the season is young. </div>
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The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-62717148384373057842017-03-12T13:37:00.000-05:002017-03-12T13:37:04.951-05:00Rambling Review from a Reader...Secret DaughterSecret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya Gowda<br />
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My sister knows my love for reading. She calls me from Georgia when she's shopping at her local thrift stores and allows me to shop for books. This is one of the books that came from my over-the-phone shopping in GA. <br />
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I consider this book to be an average read with an exceptional story. The writing doesn't mirror the storyline which keeps me from giving it 5 stars. <br />
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The story takes place between 2 families, one in America and one in India with 3 of the 4 main characters being Indian. Somer and Krishnan are an inter-culture couple who met in med school in America. Somer is American and Kris is Indian. Somer's first visit to Kris' home country, India, was to adopt their daughter, Asha. The story unfolds with the lives of Asha's biological and adoptive families and how being oceans apart isn't the only literal difference. The chapters are vacillating tales from each family. <br />
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I thoroughly enjoyed learning about the Indian culture entwined in the story. One of the reasons I enjoy reading as much as I do is because a good story can take me to places I would otherwise never be able to visit. This book took to me to India where I was able to vicariously experience both cultures of India...the poverty stricken culture as well as the wealthy culture. Living in America, I hear about other cultures such as India but books like this give a better understanding when it's tied to characters the reader is able to connect with. This book also taught me the unfortunate acceptance of infanticide and sex-selection abortions within the Indian culture. Due to poverty, girls are not wanted as children. Dowries and the cost of living are deemed a burden for families with girls. As a result, there are generational shortages of girls in the population. The daughters who do not become a victim to infanticide or sex-selection abortion become "secret daughters" in the adoption system. Most mothers simply leave their daughters at the doorsteps of the orphanages with no more info than the child's name, and even then, a name for her daughter is rare. India is not friendly to international adoptions so many of the girls grow up without a family and age out of the system around sixteen. Boys are desired because they can help earn money for the family and dowries paid to the family are considered an income for the future. Education for most of the impoverished families is minimal at best and doesn't particularly serve to improve one's future. The reader experiences all these circumstances through the book's characters. <br />
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There are a few mild curse words but it's not a common theme throughout. There are no sexual scenes nor innuendos. Issues that some may find sensitive within the story include: pregnancy loss, infertility, infanticide, abortion, adoption, poverty, religious gods, inter-cultural marriage, mild spousal abuse and women as inferior citizens. <br />
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I give the book 3 stars because the writing doesn't necessarily beckon you to read it but the storyline is one that any reader can be transported to another place in this world experiencing the culture. If you read for the mere aspect of learning, this is a great book and deserves 5 stars for this merit alone. But, as I mentioned, the writing and choppy chapters doesn't help the best cause of being a great book.<br />
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-88178857434854841122017-03-10T13:04:00.000-05:002017-03-10T13:04:09.664-05:00Homeschool Happenings<div>
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-68749348232178243642017-03-07T12:56:00.000-05:002017-03-07T12:56:12.072-05:00Picky PoochesApparently, they didn't appreciate the carrots I added to their food...<br />
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<br />The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-1512318958737129942017-02-13T14:33:00.000-05:002017-02-13T14:33:00.687-05:00Worst Case Valentine Scenario<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">
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Don't get me wrong, gifts on Valentine's Day are not the problem. It's the dependence of them to express true love... that is the problem.</div>
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One our recent lessons in reading were about Native Americans. We learned the following words are derived from their languages:</div>
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Moose, opossum, raccoon, skunk, hickory, pecan, squash, moccasin and toboggan.</div>
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The Family Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01992161651322918549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484619117868018339.post-86940093399438657662017-02-05T13:46:00.000-05:002017-02-05T13:46:04.016-05:00Refugees and PoliticsUnless you've been living under a rock, we have seen the political issues regarding the whole immigration/refugee issue here in America. I haven't engaged in any discussions or debates about this. I honestly don't know all the facts about it. If you are on Facebook for any length of time during the day then you've probably seen some of the ugliness that has come from both friends and foes regarding this issue. All I've seen is that people can find articles to support both points of view. If you hate Trump for signing it, then there are plenty of articles to fuel your flames. If you love Trump for doing this, then you can find plenty of articles to fuel your flames. The news media has published their share of the situation with none giving the whole truth and all slanting the story to fit their agenda. <br />
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During this hurricane of fury or excitement, depending one where you stand, it was coincidental that one of our history lessons was about Israel falling to the Assyrians. In that lesson, the activity was to discuss what a community can do to help refugees. The correlation is that the Israelites became refugees in a foreign land when they were forced to leave their country to live in Assyria. <br />
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Our boys and I watched a YouTube documentary about a refugee camp in Kenya for Somalians. It discussed the reasons the refugees were leaving Somalia and how Kenya was taking care of them. During and after the video we discussed in details what all is involved in taking care of refugees. I've listed the aspects we discussed below. Obviously, I added to the discussion but I wanted them to understand what all is involved and that it's not a matter of "political" disagreement or agreement. There certainly are more to be considered but these are the ones we noticed from watching the video. <br />
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7. Providing Transportation: who will transport them to where they need to be once established as a refugee? Transporting to hospitals or medical clinics? What vehicles are used to transport and who provides it? Liability? <br />
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8. Maintaining Safety: how is order maintained? Who provides the safety? (National military, state policing)??? What is to be done when a refugee commits a crime against another or against a citizen of the country they live in? What kind of punishment is executed? Where do you send criminals and how do you house them? <br />
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9. Providing Jobs: will refugees be allowed to work or forced to work? How will they make currency in order to purchase items they want? <br />
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