My impression is always that most people from impoverished third world countries (myself included) come to America to better their lives, to have a share in the abundance of this land of milk and honey or in other words to fulfill their so-called American Dream. America is always seen as the ultimate fulfillment of our happiness and dreams that we ached to come here no matter what it takes. Personally, I never have an American Dream but I fell in love with a very wonderful American man who is now my husband. When he asked me to come and live in America, it took us almost 5 years to make it happen. So I left behind my family and a fulfilling career in Asia. No regrets there, I’m constantly in touch with them – thanks to the new technology (skype, FB, internet, etc…) My simple definition of America after having been here for almost 5 years now is that it is BIG, BOLD, AGGRESSIVE, FREE, and I believe God created this country with a huge WINDOW of opportunity for EVERYBODY regardless of RACE, RELIGION, COLOR, BELIEF, etc… that is why I always believe that Americans are ALL OF US who live and work here and help make this country GREAT! Including of course ‘illegal immigrants’ who must all be legalized after passing the criteria (eg. no criminal records, toiled for years in ranches and factories and household to survive, etc…) For me the ones that should be kicked out of the country are those that sell drugs, that do illegal stuff and those that influence the government in a greedy way. We have talented, young, illegal immigrants, mostly students, who are actually afraid of their future because of their status. They need to be taken cared of by the government. But in this election climate, am sure everyone of them is busy trying to get elected, what a sigh! Anyway, my almost 5 years in America is a daily struggle. I landed a job I did not particularly apply for but was grateful I have one (though it is not enough to pay the bills). I faced a lot of discrimination, I am so inferior of my borrowed language that communication was one big difficulty, all these amidst my marriage that needed nourishment as my husband and I were adjusting at each others culture basically. But in all these years, I’d say I became more mature in dealing with things that I now have a different definition of America.