I Wish I Could Thank Them All

I was born at home – in a small, modest house on the west side of San Antonio. I come from a large family and am one of the youngest of 11 siblings. My parents immigrated to the United States from Mexico in the mid-1950s. Initially, my father came alone in order to find work to support a family of five children at the time, and he made many trips back and forth until he found solid work.

My parents received their proper education in Mexico, but not having mastered the English language created many barriers. Like so many other stories we read about, my parents were looking for a brighter future for themselves and their children. However, my father was not necessarily looking for riches or even a comfortable life. Like his brother who came to Texas before him, my father was looking for opportunities to minister under a more formal organization than what Mexico had to offer at that time.