I look through the metal bars that encompassed my sol window in the tiny cell I shared with a bear of a man. The man's name was Manuel. He was only serving time for a couple years. I, was stuck here for life. I'll admit what I did was wrong, but the kid had no respect. It all happened one early morning while I had been ordering the workers to pull something when a young boy stopped working to as he said "take a breather". I had strict rules that you can't take any breaks, so I told him to get back to work or else. He didn't get back to work so I may have hit him a couple times. The kid had suddenly fallen to the ground unconscious. I kicked him a couple times but I was stopped by his father. Later when the police arrived to arrest
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"It is you who has no dignity. Gabriel had more dignity than you'll ever know." "Never mind him, why are you here Ito?" "I'm here actually about him," he pulled out a small stack of papers. The papers looked new, but was torn around the edges. I glimpse some of the title on the first page, "The Life of a Hard Working Migrant." Just below the title was the words "The Difficult Life of A Migrant Named Gabriel."
"What is this?" I was appalled by the fact Ito would think I would want to read something about a disrespectful migrant. "What this is a way to show that when bad things happen to good people, something good will come of it," he said calmly. "I thought you should read it." "I will never read something about someone had disrespectful as that man," I said. "Well it's fine whatever you decide," Ito said. He slowly stood. "I'll leave it for you anyway." Ito walked way. After he left the guard escorted me to my cell. I took the paper for no other reason that it was the first thing I had received since being sentenced. It was late afternoon already almost time for dinner. …show more content…
When he returned to his home in Mexico he had been greatly disappointed in himself. His family was grateful for his safe return, but saddened by the facts the knowing of what came next. Even more poverty, came next though it seemed the family was already at the bottom of the deepest pit of poverty. It seemed all hope was lost to the whole family, except one member. Gabriel, spent nights and days thinking of ways to go back. And then it hit him. Literally, a flyer flew it his face one day. The flyer was for test. A test where if you past you got a visa to go to the States. Gabriel was over thrilled. He looked to the address on the paper and it was a familiar one. He was there in under twenty minutes. He went into the short shabby building, known as the City Capital. He asked the person at the main desk directions for the test, but the person said sadly that the test was over with. Gabriel had turned to the door slowly, finally facing defeat. He had felt that all hope was lost. When suddenly a a tall burly man gently tapped him on the shoulder. Gabriel saw the man and instinctively felt insignificant, for this man was the Mayor of his small city.
"Were you asking about working visas, young man?" The Mayor asked in a deep, but smooth
"It is you who has no dignity. Gabriel had more dignity than you'll ever know." "Never mind him, why are you here Ito?" "I'm here actually about him," he pulled out a small stack of papers. The papers looked new, but was torn around the edges. I glimpse some of the title on the first page, "The Life of a Hard Working Migrant." Just below the title was the words "The Difficult Life of A Migrant Named Gabriel."
"What is this?" I was appalled by the fact Ito would think I would want to read something about a disrespectful migrant. "What this is a way to show that when bad things happen to good people, something good will come of it," he said calmly. "I thought you should read it." "I will never read something about someone had disrespectful as that man," I said. "Well it's fine whatever you decide," Ito said. He slowly stood. "I'll leave it for you anyway." Ito walked way. After he left the guard escorted me to my cell. I took the paper for no other reason that it was the first thing I had received since being sentenced. It was late afternoon already almost time for dinner. …show more content…
When he returned to his home in Mexico he had been greatly disappointed in himself. His family was grateful for his safe return, but saddened by the facts the knowing of what came next. Even more poverty, came next though it seemed the family was already at the bottom of the deepest pit of poverty. It seemed all hope was lost to the whole family, except one member. Gabriel, spent nights and days thinking of ways to go back. And then it hit him. Literally, a flyer flew it his face one day. The flyer was for test. A test where if you past you got a visa to go to the States. Gabriel was over thrilled. He looked to the address on the paper and it was a familiar one. He was there in under twenty minutes. He went into the short shabby building, known as the City Capital. He asked the person at the main desk directions for the test, but the person said sadly that the test was over with. Gabriel had turned to the door slowly, finally facing defeat. He had felt that all hope was lost. When suddenly a a tall burly man gently tapped him on the shoulder. Gabriel saw the man and instinctively felt insignificant, for this man was the Mayor of his small city.
"Were you asking about working visas, young man?" The Mayor asked in a deep, but smooth