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When my parents came as immigrants from Poland in 1949 to Canada, my father was spit on and called names. Everyday, his co-workers told him to "GO HOME FOREIGNER" and would even try to urinate on him. It really hurt him so much that he had a nervous breakdown. He never liked living here Olga and he really did die of a broken heart. He was a school teacher in Poland but b/c he did not know the English language, when they came here to Canada and my parents were too poor to go back to school at that time, my father was made to feel like a bum, a nobody who never got one ounce of respect! My parents bc they were "foreigners" from Poland could not even get a job washing dishes. My father did get a job in construction but it barley paid for the food. My mothers hair all fell out from hunger as she would lie to my dad who was working in construction that she ate that day, when in fact she didn't. Hate is such a horrific thing! My mother was 8 months pregnant and was pushed while she was on a subway in Toronto and told to go back where she came from. She fell to the ground and lost her 8 month baby boy. He could not be saved in those days. I often say, we have so much to learn from the animals, especially dogs b/c their love for us is unconditional. And Humans have not evolved enough as yet to be able to love other humans unconditionally. Sad.......very sad Olga😢😢.......Susan