I remember the feeling of every Wednesday morning when I went to work knowing it was pay day and my check was ready for me to pick up. I felt blessed knowing that every cent on my check was due to my hard work, the aching of my feet and hands was being recompensed. In fact, every time I would stop by a store to buy my favorite snacks, when i faced the cash register, I'd think to myself, “well there goes an hour of work.” I became more conscious about spending money and once again the vision of my mother sitting at the kitchen counter splitting her money trying to cover all expenses to maintain the lights on and warm water to shower every morning. Not to mention, I met people who encounter similar or even worse obstacles in life like my mother had. I was able to listen to stories of people who've crossed borders all the way from the country of Honduras seeking for new opportunities in a country I was blessed to be born