Scott Babb: Respecting the Grind
I don’t remember crossing into the USA, and have only fragmented memories of riding the trolley. I do remember being confused enough that when it came time to change trolleys I somehow ended up on a train heading back to Mexico. It was two stops before I realized my mistake.
I came home to an empty house and crawled into bed, shivering. I’d never been so sick, never felt so weak. My entire adult life I had taken one sick day up to that point, but that miserable flu kept me bedridden for over a week. It was almost six weeks before I could really say I was recovered.
The point? Even when you’ve “made it”, the struggle doesn’t stop…
Continue reading at Babb’s blog, Cicatrices
h/t Ed’s Manifesto