Three hundred and eighty six years ago, 102 people fleeing religious persecution in England and finding no home in the Netherlands, landed in North America near Cape Cod.

They didn’t have immigration visas issued by the Algonquians. They mostly kept to themselves and didn’t try to assimilate into the local population. They kept their language, religion and structure of government.

Today, I’m quite thankful to these pilgrims and the generations that followed, legally and illegally. They created the greatest country in the world. I’m thankful that, of all the people born in 1975, I was one of the lucky 5% to be born in this great country.

And as one of the luckiest 5% of humans living today, I find it very hard to condemn those who come here looking to create a better life for themselves and their children.

May you and your loved ones have a great Thanksgiving.