Bio Life: Adventures Beyond Myself

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Bio life and adventures. Exploration beyond myself

Note: All of us are presented with many difficulties and challenges in this journey of life. Somehow, we are able to conker most of them and life goes on. We see smiling faces all around us but we cannot tell what they have endured. Even though, all of us suffer in one way or another, some of us are luckier than some people are because their sufferings have been beyond imagination. I am one of the luckiest ones and I thank the heavens for all that is given to me.

My name is Hector and I am from Honduras from a small town called Tocoa located in Colón (Columbus state). I am and RN and came to the United States when I was a young pup back in 1982. I was 19 years old.

My life has been filled with exciting adventures and challenges that has shaped me to be the man I am today. I will share some of those adventures with you as time allows. Some of them are exciting, sad, and out of this world and some are difficult to believe.

At the age of 10, I found a Reader’s Digest sitting on a table, picked it up, and started to go trough the pages. I read a few stories and become fascinated about the United States. Shortly after that, I decided I was going to leave my home town and venture out to the world to discover this great country. This turned out to be my first and challenging goal of my life because I didn’t know how or when I was going to leave.

I got my first job at the age of thirteen doing construction work and got paid $50 a month; not a lot for a kid who needed to fend for himself but, I managed to save a few Dollars here and there. By age 15 I had $100 in the bank! Not bad because I was making progress towards that goal.

Bio Life: Adventures Beyond Myself

I continued to work odd jobs but was unable to make my money grow because important things kept coming up which needed my attention and money. When I was out of a job, I hung around my two cousins who worked very hard in the mountains clear cutting to plant beans, rice, corn, sugar cane, bananas, and other crops. It was a very hard job because everything had to be done by hand and the heat was exhausting. The main tools we used where machetes and axes.

I did not have to do that kind of work but I was very close to my two cousins. They where like my brothers and, wherever they went I went.

I remember when their father built a small house on the foothills when I was 3 years old and off to one side someone found a few Indian artifacts. They started to dig in that area and found a bunch more including a few stone corn grinders; called molcajete in Mexico and metate y mano in other countries. I visited Honduras back in 2005 and I asked my aunt about the artifacts and the stone corn grinder she kept. She pointed to a corner and showed it to me. She said it broke off years before. I inspected it and found the handle which is a separate elongated and oval piece. I asked her if I could have it and she gave it to me. It sits now in my living room.