Sometimes I don't want to keep on going, the many obstacles that I (we) counter in our daily lives, leaves me wandering if I should keep on going...
I was born in a family of 4 men, my dad, and mom. My mom never had a strong voice over my father, but she did had a power connection to each of my brother and myself. I love my oldest brothers, like I love my fushia shirt. Why? because I was not raised with them, and when I met them, they only thing they did was criticized me. I know they love me, but in a way I cannot understand. Among the three of them there is one, Tomas, he showed pure love to me.
Although Tomas was around only a few times when I was little, he loved me as if he was there with me everyday. Now that I am older, and that I understand many things in my family, I understand and appreciate the love and respect Tomas feels for me. He is my driving force when I want to quit, because even though he lives in Mexico, he makes sure that I feel heard, respected, loved, and appreciated.
Thanks to Tomas and his inspirational actions and words, I WILL NOT QUIT MY DREAMS!
P.S: did I mentioned he is a priest, and a director of a migrant house in the border of Mexico and Guatemala? Yeah, he is my role model and hero.