Revisiting Federalist X

When I first came to the United States from Costa Rica in 1980 I was intimidated by everything I saw.  Especially here in Texas, everything seemed bigger and better than what I had experienced in San Jose.  It was, to put it simply, “Big Time”.  I was excited to be a part of it and eventually grew into my responsibilities and assumed my duties as an American and a Texan.  Every few years, my family and I would go back to Costa Rica…back home.

Costa Rica will always be a part of who I am and I wouldn’t have it any other way, but the promise and permeation of freedom found here in the U.S. allowed me to become who I was meant to be.  I was blessed with the responsibility of coloring and texturing the cloth that would become my small piece of our grand American tapestry.

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