Thanks for the share....
My folks walked a similar line. From refugee camp of malaysia to hotlanta with a sponsor that got us going but all them chicken and burgers in the fridge got my dad moving along fast. He wash dishes just to save up to get his first car. Drove the family around and was very proud. Cops pulled him over and with no lick of the english language was able to talked to the policeman and he lets him go. Violation? Driving without a driver license. In Vietnam, you buy and drive. No such thing as a driver license was my dad's stance.
My aunt was another angel. My dad would leave us for a year just to see what was out in the west side. He landed in Narleans. We moved there. He did the same thing and for a few years while growing up, I did not get to see my dad. He was building himself up a life in the OC to bring the family to california.
From what I remembered, my aunt would helped out these new Americans with housing in her own home. I grew up with so many aunts and uncles that I never knew I had. They weren't. Just strangers that my aunt would help them to get them started with their new life in America. She did not stop there. Her last helped were in the year 2000. After church, she was driving home and saw a viet lady, pregnant and crying and at a corner of a street and she had with her just a suitcase. She took this lady in like a stray pet. I grew up with her, watched her got herself a nail tech license while my aunt was babysitting her child. She did well that she was able to sponsored her husband from vietnam. He too became a nail tech. They bought a store together. Bought a house and moved out. They came up fast too. My aunt passed away and I moved away and we all lost touch.
But yeah, angels, helping a refugee family to come up, if I ever get that opportunity, I'll help support them, doing so in honor of my aunt.