When my father was a young boy in India, he dreamed of someday going to America—a remarkable place of opportunities. In the 1940’s in a newly independent India, that idea seemed as preposterous as going to the moon. But in 1969 America put a man on the moon. And just two years later in 1971, my father immigrated to the United States from India. He was 27 years old and came to this country on a student visa. He had never left his native country and only had a few dollars to make his way in a new country.