Immigrant Rapture — Can America Survive Without Immigrants?

Where the hell are you?” Eve screamed into the phone to Adam, her husband. “Sharon isn’t here yet, and it’s after 7:30 AM!”

“I am out of gas, and the lines at the gas station are impossible!” Adam hollered in the phone because of the background noise. “She is never late. Did you try calling her phone?”

“No one is answering,” his wife notified him. “Can you move away from the noise? I can hardly hear. . . .” Then, suddenly, her phone went dead.

“Damn!” she screamed as the front door opened, and her three children, who were supposed to be on their way to school, entered, along with her best friend Della, twin daughters.

“You missed the bus?” she asks.

“It didn’t arrive,” they said in unison, walking towards the sofa and staring at her.

“What?” she hollered, glancing at her phone and realizing she had no internet service.

“Did you call your mom yet?” she asked Ashley, one of the twins.

“She isn’t answering her phone, and neither is Dad,” she replied, giving her eye contact.

“And neither are our grandparents,” Adonna, the other twin, informs.

“No one is answering their phones?” Eve asked, easing towards the sofa; she snatched up the remote and turned on the TV. Since nothing came from cable, she switched to regular channels.

Suddenly, her door burst open, and several of her neighbors entered.

“What the hell is going on?” Mrs. Devlin, who lived across the street, demands, “The school bus didn’t show up, and they are as reliable as our four seasons!”

“Yeah,” Mr. Benjamin anxiously said. “None of the Aides who are supposed to come to work today showed up in our building!”

“Neither did any of our landscapers!” Mr. James, who lives next door, adds. “Miquel, Carlos, Juan, and the others are never late!”

“Or the housekeepers in Janet’s house!”

“The garbage truck didn’t show up either!”

“I can’t get anyone from Uber, Lyft, or any other taxi service to pick me up, and I am late for work!”

“My daughter had to work a double shift at the hospital because she said many of the Nurse’s Aides, Nurses, doctors, and other maintenance workers didn’t show up!”

“The trains and buses have stopped running, too!”

“My flight was canceled!” Someone else said.

“Do you have service?” someone asked.

“That too is gone,” a voice to her right notified.

“What the hell is going on?” Many voices demanded as more of her neighbors entered Eve’s house.

They were lured out by an uproar outside and sirens echoing closer. Rushing outside, two police cars stopped in the middle of the street.

“McDonald’s, Starbucks, Chipotle, Wendy’s, Taco Bell, and all of our favorite breakfast places and meals can’t open this morning. Because 95% of their employees didn’t show up!” someone informs.

“But I need my morning coffee!” many angry voices cried out.

As more people appeared, someone inquired, “What about Kentucky Fried Chicken, Pizza Hut, and other restaurants?”

“Walmart, Target, Shoprite, and Aldi’s, even Sam’s Club and BJ’s are close!”

“But today is our food shopping day!” many females shouted.

“What are we going to eat!” Anxiety demands from many hearts, stomachs, and souls.

“All of my favorite breakfast places are closed too,” a frantic voice called out.

“Mine too!” a scared voice adds.

“So, all the food places are closed! We will starve!” several voices screamed. Then the children started to cry!

Another frantic voice shouts, “The pharmacies are closed too, and I can’t refill my mother’s blood pressure medications!”

“Neither can I, and my son needs his asthma pump!”

“I need my heart meds too!”

“None of my friends are answering their phones! Everything went to voice mail!”

Fear began to spread as one of the police radio reports, “Please advise everyone to go home and stay there!”

“So school is out!” someone cried out.

“That’s why no bus came to pick up our kids!”

“Neither mine!” someone adds.

“Not even the teachers showed up!”

A car sped up behind the police car, and a frantic voice cried out, “Someone broke into all of the museums and stole hundreds of thousands of Artwork, too!”

“Please go back home, everyone!” an in-command voice cried over a PA system. All eyes followed the voice to the police car. Officer Simpson continued, “Please, go home, everyone. We will find a way to get the information to you!”

Millions of Americans waited anxiously in their homes as police and National Guards patrolled the streets to prevent riots and lootings.

For the next ten hours, the government and various security agencies did everything they could to determine what had happened.

It’s like America stopped moving.

At midnight, they got the news. It was an Immigrant Rapture!

“So, minimum wage establishments can’t open!” someone shouts.

“But that’s more than eighty percent of the businesses!” many cried out.

“And the white-collar workers can’t get to work because no one is there to babysit their children, clean their houses and property, or take them to work too!” someone shouts as realization rises from hearts, minds, souls, understandings, and abilities.

“No one to work in the nursing or assisted living homes either?” someone bellowed.

“But I love Denise!” someone cried out. “She was good to my mom and my children!”

“My aide, too,” someone else moans. “I can’t afford to pay anyone else for what she does.”

“They took their art, too!”

“You mean every art that was stolen disappeared with the immigrants!” someone says.

“And their culture, foods, music, styles, etc, and everything they add to this country to make it great!”

“What are we going to do?” Millions of Americans cried out inside homes all over the US! The major industries — education, Food, and healthcare — were the most affected areas, where immigrants do most of the minimum-wage jobs Americans don’t want.

Eve awoke with her husband shaking her as she fought back. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her back into now.

She stared at him, pushing his hand away, and demanded, “Is Sharon here?”

“Yes!” Adam said, glaring at her as Sharon rushed into the bedroom.

She bolted out of bed and hugged Sharron tightly. Then demanded, “Did Annette go to work at my mom’s this morning?”

“Yyyeeesss she did,” Sharon said, dragging her words and pulling away. “I dropped her off.”

“Are McDonald’s, Starbucks, Wendy’s, and all the other fast food restaurants open?”

She went on as Sharon and Adam stared at her with popped eyes. “Did Manuel come to cut the grass?”

Adam nods as his eyes expand in confusion.

“So hell sipped us, and none of the schools are closed, right?”

“Hell is always here, girlfriend,” Sharon reminds her, putting her right hand around her shoulders. “Just only for us immigrants.”

“I am so sorry?” Eve said, reaching out to squeeze Sharon’s right hand that rested on her left shoulder.

“You had another one of your Armageddon nightmares!” Sharon asked, staring at her giggling after pulling away.

“What!” Adam demands.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Since Donald Trump won the 2024 election, I keep having nightmares about the Armageddon,” she revealed.

“Which one was it this time?” Sharon asked as she eased towards the door, Adam staring at them in shock.

“Immigrant Rapture!”

“You believe in the rapture?” Sharon asked. “I thought you didn’t believe in our God!”

“So, everything is okay?” she asked, heading for the door, ignoring Sharon’s remark. Sharon and Adam followed behind her. “Is America still a country of immigrants?” she asked again.

“You need to go back to sleep to find out how that nightmare ends,” Sharon suggests. “Because an Immigrant Rapture might happen.”

Eve turned to her with a serious, painful expression and demanded, “Don’t even say that! And don’t think it either!”

What if America really had an immigrant rapture?

We were raised to fear the rapture. Can America maintain its success without immigrants?

Thank you for reading this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.