It seems like over time we tend to forget the first commandment in the immigrant book that said: "Help each other out". Even when is a close friend or relative, is hard for us to do it, now in this assignment we gonna show, that someone out there gave us a hand -sometimes without fingers- but still a hand non the less.
It was my first week working in this country, at after a week of work without getting paid some guy saw me and start making a conversation to me; I told him my sad story about my week of working for one guy doing landscaping and he hadn't paid me. He sat next to me and ask me about that guy and it turned out that he knew who that guy was.He said that is not the first time that had happened. He gave me 30 dollars and he said: "That's for your week and good luck." Thanks to that I ate jacobo en la caja (jack in the box).
After 2 years I moved out to Seattle WA, and without a place to live my only choice was one church. Yes, it was on Sunday and I just got inside a guy that after I figured out that he was the preacher, he talked to me about all the good things, I left that day but before that, the guy told me, that I can go back whenever I want. After another week I went to the same place just to see if they remember who I am, they did and well with a little more confidence I asked for a place to live, seconds later he offered to me his house, thanks to him and his family I got a place where to live till these days and I don't know, how many days more.
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