A few days ago, I took my daughter on a ride in the back of a taxi to see how she’d fare when she goes on a holiday with her parents.
The cab driver took us to the border of Mexico.
“You have to pay in dollars,” he said.
I don’t want to get in trouble.”
The dollar is the currency of the United States.
He wanted to give me a peso, but he didn’t have any.
I had no idea how to buy or sell dollars.
I bought some with my credit card, but it was in Mexican pesos, and that was the only currency I could buy and sell in the United State.
In that moment, I realized that the dollar is not an easy currency to use.
In the United Kingdom, I’m used to buying euros in pounds and shillings, and I know that in the euro zone, the euro is the second-most-popular currency, but in the U.S., it’s the third.
In this moment, when I saw that the taxi driver was using the dollar, I thought, Wow, we have to do something about this.
I said, How about a ride with the kids?
The cabdriver asked if I wanted to buy them something.
I told him I didn’t.
He told me to call the US Customs and Border Protection and have them look into it.
I didn, and they took me back to the United Sates.
They took me to the station, where they told me I was going to have to buy a ticket for $40 to get me through the border.
When I got to the point where I was at, I couldn’t even think of how I would pay $40.
When they put me in a holding cell with a guy who said, You’re going to be in the airport in 20 minutes, I knew it wasn’t going to work out.
I was terrified, and when I asked if they were going to take me to a hotel, they said no.
They said I could wait in a hotel room.
They told me, You can go home.
I thought I was crazy.
They put me back in the holding cell and put me on a plane to Mexico City, where I spent the night in a cell, waiting for my flight back.
At first, I wasn’t sure how to get back.
I felt like I was being punished.
But I knew I was in the right place, so I decided to give it a shot.
A few weeks later, I was back in Mexico City.
I got my flight to get to the US and had to wait in the terminal, looking at all the paperwork.
I called my lawyer, who told me that he’d call me back the next day and see if there was anything I could do.
But after two days, the Mexican government said they were ready to deport me, and by the next morning, I had to fly back to Mexico, where my passport was confiscated.
I spent months waiting for the US government to release me, hoping to get a job, but I couldn, and the border agents took my ID.
I worked for the next two years, getting a degree in business management, and even after I was released from jail, I still had to get my drivers license.
The most challenging part was to make money.
I needed to be able to pay my bills and pay my taxes and make the rent, and it was a struggle.
It was hard to find jobs in the US.
I started working in Mexico, in the business of selling Mexican products.
I used to do the same things in the States, but not anymore.
I found the most difficult job in the country was that of a food distributor.
I do everything from selling corn tortillas to selling canned foods, but my biggest challenge was to find enough customers to pay for all of my expenses.
My income was very low.
I lived on $100 a month.
My daughter and I worked as a team and earned $2,500 a month in Mexico.
But at the end of the day, we had to make enough money to make ends meet.
We would sell all of our produce to restaurants and restaurants would give us money.
Sometimes, I would get $300 a day to sell.
When my daughter told me she was going back to school, I said we’re not going to give up.
We are going to go to school.
It’s going to pay off.
In one year, I got a degree from a university in Mexico and became a certified food processor.
I did a lot of food sales, and my sales grew to $60,000 a year.
Now, I can support myself.
My son works as a food processor, and we have two kids, ages 8 and 11.
I can go to the movies and play soccer, and now I can spend my time doing what I love.
I have a dream: to become a farmer,