From Beyond Borders
I sat with my friend, exhausted from a long day mixing cement and carrying buckets of it to make the footings for his house as the sun set outside a store in Juquila. We sat there reflecting on all of our hard work and our sore muscles. As we sipped our cokes my friend Tadeo began to share a story of an incident that happened to him a few months ago. He suffered an attack at another job site when a person clubbed him over the head with a 4×4 post almost killing him. He called me to pick him up at the site in a village about two hours away. He opened up to me months later about the truth behind the attack. He explained that others were jealous of his work ethic and how the crew bosses were giving him more responsibility. The attack was based on jealousy and drunken rage. Tadeo the told me that since he met me and we had become friends, his perspective on life had changed. He began to care more about his family and his own life. He saw how my family lived and how I loved and supported Eunice. He said that he wanted that kind of life, and now that he met me he knew it was a possibility. He acknowledged that life was going to be hard trying to make a better life for himself and his family with all of the negative influences in the village, but was thankful that he had me as a friend to guide him through the tough times. We were just two tough guys exhausted and almost in tears sharing a moment that neither of us expected.