"Where's the worst place in the world, Kiki?"
"That place we just were."
"I hate that place. I like the border better. The border only takes an hour. That place took FOUR hours." replied Tristan.
Here is the place they were talking about. Where immigrants have to go to get screened. Eye tests, blood tests, samples taken, physical exams, x-rays. And little privacy. Have you ever experienced being handed enough sample cups for your whole family in front of an entire waiting room and having your kids ask in loud voices, "What are those cups for mom? Why do we need those cups? What are we going to do with them?" Sawyer did not get screened so he was upset, "I want a cup mom, where's mine?! I need one!"
Here we are after 3 hours.
After sitting relatively still for most of it, I decided to let Sawyer take a few spins on this chair. He thought of it himself. He layed on it and went gliding across the floor in a Superman pose. I wasn't fast enough to snap him in the act.
After all that waiting, plugging the meter, waiting, plugging the meter, we got done just in time to face this on the way home:
See the hill in the background? That is actually a dumping ground for city snow. A huge dingy snow mountain that stretches for miles. But at least it's off the streets.
For having to process a whole family, it could have been a lot worse. We had a really nice "mom" type doctor and that was an answer to pray. They couldn't finish with me, so I get to go back again! (An interesting side note: under the socialist system we are on a 1-2 year waiting list for a check-up. Since these exams were out-of-pocket we got an appt. the next day!).
Conclusion: I'm really glad Canada screens immigrants. I just wish we didnt' have to go through it, like so many other things in life.
"Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials...." James 1:3
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