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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