I grew up in Mexico City speaking Spanish. Down there I was raised on
the streets. I was 7 or 8 when my parents disappeared. I don't have any idea
what my parents looked like. I don't even know their names. The only thing I
worried about was where the next meal came from. To make money I washed cars,
shone shoes, and sold newspapers. Mind you, selling newspapers was a pain in
the neck because I couldn't read. Other kids sold more. Gradually I learned
that these kids knew enough to read the headlines, then they would make up their
own news. I did this too. Soon I was outselling everyone else because I've got
one hell of an imagination!
My desire to leave Mexico was reinforced when I saw a friend of minedie.
Seeing him there scared the devil out of me because he was younger than I was.
Everywhere I looked I saw suffering.
After coming to Canada I had a variety of jobs. I washed dishes, worked in
construction and was a "carnie"
for three years because I wanted to
see the country. But you don't get to see Canada when you work in a carnival.
You travel at night and you work hard the rest of the time. When I got married
I realized that was not the life for a married man, so I settled down in Calgary
and worked for seven years at the Holy Cross Hospital.
I always wanted to go to school and finally I had a chance. Here I was, a
family man with two children, entering class for the first time. I was scared!
But the BEAD teacher made me feel so good that it was easy to get used to
school. She took time to explain things to me. I learned grammar and things
you don't teach yourself. These things stayed with me and helped give me
confidence. The other problem for me as an adult student was money. I had a
family to support, but you have to make sacrifices.
Once you make the decision to come to school you have to stick with it. If
you don't you're wasting everyone's time -- and for what? Dish washing I guess,
because that's what is left. I want to be a journalist, but from wishing to
doing takes a long time!