I feel good reading this story, but there's always someone who's going to have something stupid or negative to say, and I hate to admit that I know a lot of people like that and one of which is my father.

There are good people in the world, everywhere, and it doesn't matter where they come from or where they're going, where they "belong" or what papers they hold. People forget this and let politics and money rule their morals and ethics and lives with a vicious and invisible grip.

Something good will come of it in spite of all the bad. The boy lost his father, and then his mother, but a man, a stranger, came out of no where and left an impression on that boy that will have untold affects for the future of his life.

Perhaps in the future this boy will be the person who resolves the immigrant battle that no one seems to be able to.

Perhaps it is Jesus who is changed and pursues a course in his life never before considered.

Let's hope.