Before I got sick, I traveled to Mexico with the

non-denominational church I belonged to.

I was one of the Youth Leaders, plus I am fluent in Spanish.


It changed me.


I saw families living in huts with dirt floors and no running water or electricity.

When I got back home I shared with two other women,

I wanted to hug the washer and dryer.


I had a room to myself, a car, electricity, running water

and was protected by wage laws.


Of all the native Spanish speakers I met in Reynosa ,

Mexico during that trip, none could say that.

That broke my heart.

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