Returning to my roots
I’m launching an online fundraising campaign. I’ve been longing for many years to go back to my hometown in Mexico, but I haven’t seen the way, the possibility, to make it happen. I was so ashamed of myself and couldn’t dare to leave the country like this. That would never happen, “I would rather die in foreign lands”, I used to think. I remember when I was a new arrival here at the nursing home; I was thinking about going back, but that was just a flash in the pan. I thought, “Don’t be stupid, you are just going to make people feel pity for you.” I couldn’t do that, my pride was too great! Probably, the type of pride nobody wants to have, but they don’t realize that’s already what they’ve got. Which is unfortunate, because you can’t see beyond your own nose, and think clearly.
I’m older now, and many new things have happened to me—many people, GOOD PEOPLE! God has brought them into my life and helped me in many ways. They changed my way of thinking, how I see things, and even helped me become smarter. I don’t think as poorly anymore. I believe anything is possible, and I can return to my hometown now. I learned that there’s no greater obstacle than yourself.
Moreover, I wish to be an elderly man over there. So I’d better hurry and get going soon, because I’m not too young now.