Staying on the Front Porch

United States Air Force Academy Book
Story of a man’s immigration journey from a primitive African village to the United States Air Force Academy as an international exchange cadet. Stark images of the dissonance between two worlds, one where poverty reigns and the other where goodwill outweighs good sense. This book reveals the epic struggle of immigrants everywhere searching for a better life in the United States, only to find that what they’ve left behind haunts them even past pledging their allegiance to a new flag of hope. Adopting America contains vivid imagery of what it’s like to try to exist within a world that is not your own–of how it feels to adopt the ways of the Western world. A true story of International Adoption intertwines with the plot to give a realistic view of what it’s like to adopt children from a third world country and hope they adopt American ways. This book also includes a detailed account of life as an international exchange cadet at the United States Air Force Academy, with contrasts to third world military systems in comparison to the more developed U.S. military.

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I often wonder what it would have been like if I had just stayed in the village and never even knew what it was like on the outside.  Sometimes I think staying put would have saved me from always wanting more.  Maybe eventually, had I never ventured out, age would have put a damper on my imagination and I would have magically become content with what I had right then and there.  But from the village to the city, from the city to America, and from America to who knows where, I frequently come across individuals who rarely travel farther than their front porch.   Sometimes I feel sorry for them—thinking they have no idea what they’re missing.  But when life gets hard and my vision gets blurred–I lose any clue as to where I’ll eventually end up, and I think about buying a rocking chair and settling in too.  Then someone else close to me dies.  Within the past five years, having already lost both my resident father and birth mother, I often feel the urgency of life closing in on me—reassuring me again, that it isn’t my personal taste to die a screened in death.

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