Walking Purposefully

As we entered Virginia, as generally happens, people stop to ask if we are okay and if we needed a ride. Our response to this question changes from person to person. It was difficult to get used to the accents of the people here and when the lady and her husband asked if we were with the camper ahead, it took us a few minutes to realize she was talking about the RV. We replied and said, “yes, we’re okay…we are walking purposefully.” When I said it, they smiled and left, and the words resonated with me as I put one foot in front of the other and noticed there were little rocks on the ground shining with the reflection of the sun. I picked one off the ground –the shiniest I had seen and thought to myself that it was a symbol of who we are.


Posted on abril 16 2010 by gaby | Post a Comment

The Birthday of a Lifetime!

We heard at a distance a man signing and playing the guitar.  As I was getting ready to shower, I heard the singing of my father.  Puzzled because it sounded too clear to come from a computer, I came outside to check it out.  Once I got to the living room, Carlos and Felipe V. both looked at each other and asked what it was.   It was my dad, outside Vickie's house serenating me.  


Posted on enero 28 2010 by gaby | Post a Comment

Walker from “The Big Apple”

January 23, 2010

Our walk is dedicated to the Roa family. To Peter, a United States Citizen who lived in New York city for 3 decades.  For Carlos Sr.,  who bravely brought his family to the US to take care of his father, Peter  -left in immigration limbo after his death while the petition was still pending. For Carlos Jr. who is currently in the struggle and walking 1,500 miles on their behalf, going on his 24th day walking now. 

Our walk today is dedicated to three generations of brave men who lived in the United States trying, with all their might, to achieve a DREAM. 

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On one of the most recognized USA icons, the Statue of Liberty, has engraved on its plaque:

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”


Posted on enero 23 2010 by None | Post a Comment

A More United Community!


Posted on enero 20 2010 by None | Post a Comment