Rafael Ayala Threat

Grab, pick, pull , set down, day after day week after week, month after month, the same repetitive schedule with little to no diversity. His name is Rafael Ayala. The chilled wind biting at his cheeks, the cramps in his hands settling in every joint in his fingers; the knot in his back growing bigger and tighter as his bruised knees begging to be stretched. He's 19 years old. Grab, pick, pull, set down. The motion becomes as instinctual as breathing or blinking, grab, pick, pull, set down and this is what Rafael left his home and family In Mexico for. Every inch of his body yelling, at some points screaming for a brake, but he doesn’t stop, because every second he stops, every strawberry someone else picks, means less money that he gets, less money his family gets, so he doesn’t stop, grab, pick, pull, set down. His work becoming part of him, just another trait. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Rafael was a intelligent young man who …show more content…
"It’s a different type of poor and a different type of rich in Mexico than it is here [ in the us], the people that are middle class here are like the people that are rich over there, its poor but the people are more warm hearted, more close nit and celebratory and I think that’s equally valuable." Moreover, there in that small town was a boy, a boy with under eye circles from studying late nights, a boy who had calluses built in like another limb from living off the sweat of his brow, a boy that at 19 made a decision to leave all he ever knew, he left it all, to become a working man, to get the fair compensation for a real days work in a place that might as well been another