A story circulating on the Internet reached my inbox recently.  Written by an anonymous Indian software engineer, it describes the high hopes and dreams he had in immigrating to the United States.  He lands a good job, hurriedly returns to India to marry, jets back to the U.S. with his bride and starts a family.  He plans to go back home so his parents can see their grandchildren, but one thing or another prevents that.  Finally word reaches him that his parents have passed on and only the neighbors were there to take care of them.