Day 1 – Sunday, December 16, 2018.
I have landed in Dan Diego, California. Currently at the airport waiting for the rest of the volunteers in our delegation to arrive. Feeling incredibly privileged to be a part of a group that came together to volunteer with the migrant relief effort at the US/Mexican border.
All volunteers have arrived, there are seven of us. Have picked up our car rental, exchanged currency and are now heading to Costco to pick up basic supplies that are urgently needed. One of the volunteers bought socks and underwear with money donated by friends. Basic medical supplies were also purchased.
Over dinner we were able to get a status update from our group leader, Isabel. I have been assigned to help teach a basic literacy class on Tuesday.
With the exception of Isabel, Paola, and Peggy, none of us had met or worked together before. I find it fascinating that our passion for basic human rights brought us together.
I am blown away by the years of professional experience the women have so willingly volunteered to share. We have a surgeon, clinical psychologist, youth organizer, physician, educator and the Director of the Florida Immigration Coalition, in our group.
We crossed into Tijuana. Crossing the border was a surreal experience for me. It was 33 years ago that I was sitting in the back seat with my sisters and little brother, as we crossed into the United States and into a new life.
A life of opportunity, where hard work is rewarded. A life where being a woman is not a liability, where the sky is the limit and basic freedom rights are cherished and protected by the United States Constitution.