July 22, 2005 – The Road/ El Paso Airport
-We Just left Del Rio, Texas and are headed back to Las Cruces. I fly back to Utah tonight and I’m not looking forward to it. I know that once I’m back I’ll probably hear people voice their stereotypical views of the Mexican people as dirty and poor and invading the U.S. But people in the U.S. have no idea how most people live in Mexico. Mexicans are the hardest working people I have ever known. Grown men try there hardest to get into the U.S. for the opportunity of work, only to be grateful to be paid minimum wage doing a job that most people think they are to good for. Then they send the majority of their money back to their families to live in horrible conditions still. We want them to stop migrating and I’ve heard some people really bash on them but people don’t understand that America was made not by one group, but by many different nationalities coming together to form a great country. People just don’t understand.
I’m stuck at the El Paso airport tight now. I arrived here around 2:30p, it’s now almost 6:00 and my plane doesn’t leave till 8:00p. I picked up a National Geographic; it would be really cool to work for them. I read through that quickly and after a lousy attempt to catch some sleep I am now forced to people watch, however this can be quite amusing. I’m sitting by myself in a long spacious corridor-watching people walking past me. I can feel the very slight shaking of the airport as the thousands of people inside simultaneously walk about. A little blonde headed boy, 4 or 5yrs old, is running up and down the long hallway with his mother calling his name and walking lazily after him although she seems very happy. An older man has just come of an airplane and is now looking down at his feet, trying to walk in-between the patterned lines of the carpet. All of this is happening while the annoying beep of a passenger taxi rolls by on the sound of the high pitched humming of its’ electric motor, It’s full of people who would rather tip than walk a few hundred yards. (Remind me again why we are overweight.) A middle-aged, fast talking, dominant mother is unloading into her cell phone in a high pitch, annoying voice as she cusses out her kid about cleaning the house and cleaning the litter box. 24 hours ago I was in Mexico helping people. It sucked saying goodbye but it sucks even more that I’m resorted to being here.
-I’m going to miss the big, blonde haired, gap-toothed, friendly football coach name Bruce. I’m going to miss the dark skinned, pretty, always smiling Megan. I’ll miss Tanner, a younger guy who almost unwilling spooned with me last night while we were both asleep. Luckily I woke up and scooter closer to the edge. I’ll miss Gabe, a skinning, soft-spoken Hispanic guy who I never thought I would get close to. He taught me to make coffee. I’ll miss Spencer, the hard working 6’ 1”? athletic built, short haired college freshmen-sophomore from Las Cruces. He’s a good guy as are all these people I’ve met and I hope to stay in contact with them.
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