Proses, Rhymes, and Something Else . . . (ePub)

write although less fluently.
From 2004 to 2013, I worked as a cleaner with the Clint school district. I also worked in the same way with the District School Ysleta. At this time, my long trajectory has been seen in the middle of the multiple obstacles and reflects some of my writings that I share with all readers of the world. I keep dreaming to study and work on what I can, exhausting all the possibilities that are in my hands and, when God tell me, until here.I was born on January 5, 1966, on a ranch called Las Peñas, municipality of the Holy Spirit, Tamazulapam, Mixe, state of Oaxaca, Mexico. I am of indigenous descent and the sixth of the nine children. My original language or of birth is Mixe. I walked miles long to attend the bilingual elementary school where I graduated at twelve years of age. I could not continue the secondary school due to lack of resources.
I abandoned my house, my family, and my people, and I went in search of progress and survival in this life. I worked in the construction of houses in the village and the city, in highways, and elsewhere in the region. Later, I moved to Mexico City, where I lived the earthquake in 1985 and the World Cup in 1986. On August of that year, I went to the city of San Luis Potosi to enter an institution of biblical teaching known as Central Christian College, where my second language (Castilian) was improved considerably, and I graduated in 1991—technical in theology and biblical studies.
That same year, I arrived in Juarez City, Chihuahua, Mexico, and I worked in the church full-time although without fixed salary. In 1992, I married, so I had three sons, for whom I am broadly and deeply grateful. I worked at the harness factory, and at same time, I finished the secondary school for adults in 1994. In the same lapse 1994 to 1996, I could take three semesters of open high school.
At the beginning at 2000, I finally came to the United States, specifically in the city of El Paso, Texas, to acquire legal residency after I entered many years ago as a tourist, visitor, or even illegally in 1992. Here, I watched the