After class last night, one
of the older women in the group, a sixty-something who looked like she was
going on early fifty-something, stayed late.
She had some questions. Some
questions because her daughter, a medical researcher in the US had just gotten
married. Apparently, surgeon-daughter is going to a third country to do more
research and wants to take her newly minted husband with her.
“Yes, there will
be a lot of forms. And you’ll probably be told not to do something by one
department just after someone in the same office just told you to do it. The bureaucratic way. That's their nature. Just be sure to take
down the name of everyone you speak with. Keep notes. The ride might get a bit
bumpy and you’ll be duplicating the spousal-visa research on this that your daughter has
probably already done. Too much preparation won't be enough. Either way, you’ve both got homework. Congratulations. And good luck.”
But this isn’t about visas,
marriage certificates, or immigration.
This is about motivation.
This is about a question and a surprising answer.
This is about the proof.
