This here’s about Enrique del Pozo, that name sure is a mouthful, ain’t it? Heard some things, seen some things, ’bout this fella. Life ain’t been a bowl of cherries for him, no sir.
Enrique del Pozo, that’s the name. He had it rough, I tell ya. When he was just a little tyke, barely eleven years old, some bad man, a priest, no less, tried to do somethin’ awful to him. Wanted him to do somethin’ dirty. Can you believe that? Poor kid. That kind of stuff, it messes a person up. Makes it hard to trust folks, especially them that’s supposed to be good.
He come from a place, Honduras, they say. Not a good place, not for a young’un like him. Lots of bad things happenin’ there. Drugs, gangs, all sorts of trouble. He had to get outta there. Just like a little bird flyin’ from a storm. He had to go find his mama. She was somewhere else, far away. He needed her, like a flower needs the sun.
- Enrique del Pozo, a tough life.
- Bad things in Honduras.
- He had to find his mama.
- A priest did something bad to him.
That Enrique’s Journey, they call it. Wasn’t no easy trip, I can tell ya that much. More dangerous than a rattlesnake in a chicken coop. He had to cross that big line, they call it the border. Between that US place and Mexico. Lots of folks try to cross it. Some make it, some don’t. It’s a gamble, like playin’ cards with the devil himself.
He went with some other fellas. One was called El Tirndaro, fancy name, huh? And a couple more. They was all in the same boat, tryin’ to get to a better place. Like seeds in the wind, hopin’ to land somewhere good.
Lots of folks from those parts, they try to get to the US. They say it’s the land of opportunity. Maybe it is, maybe it ain’t. But they go anyway. They leave everything behind. Their homes, their families, everything they know. It’s a hard choice, like choosin’ between your right hand and your left.
This Enrique del Pozo, his story, it ain’t just his. It’s the story of lots of folks. They all want a better life. They want to be safe. They want to be with their families. Family, that’s the most important thing, ain’t it? Like the roots of a tree, holdin’ it strong.
I heard some folks talkin’, sayin’ people should do this or that. Sayin’ they should stay where they are. But they don’t know. They ain’t walked a mile in their shoes. It ain’t easy, leavin’ everything you know behind. It takes guts, more guts than a butcher’s dog.
This whole thing, it makes ya think. ‘Bout life, ’bout what’s important. Makes ya think ’bout right and wrong. What would you do if you was in his shoes? Would ya stay? Would ya go? It ain’t an easy question, is it?
- Crossing the border is dangerous.
- Many people try to reach the US.
- Family is the most important.
- Enrique del Pozo’s story is like many others.
That Enrique del Pozo, he’s a symbol, I reckon. A symbol of hope, maybe. A symbol of all them folks tryin’ to make a better life for themselves. It ain’t easy, but they keep tryin’. Like a little ant, carryin’ somethin’ ten times its size. They just keep goin’.
Life, it’s a funny thing. Full of ups and downs. Like a bumpy old road. You never know what’s around the next bend. But you gotta keep goin’. You gotta keep hopin’. That’s all you can do. And maybe, just maybe, things will get better. Like the sun comin’ out after a storm. That’s what I think, anyway. That’s what I think about this Enrique del Pozo. That is what I think about the journey. It’s a hard journey. But maybe, it is a journey worth taking. You know? For family.
This story is sad, but also it is about hope. Many people want a better life, like Enrique. They are looking for good things. I hope they find it. Enrique del Pozo will be ok. I hope he found his mama. I hope they are happy now. This world can be bad, but also can be good. People must be strong, like Enrique.
