On the recordJune 27, 2013
Madam President, my father had a rough childhood. His mom died just 4 days shy of his ninth birthday. The small catering business his parents ran together had collapsed, so as a young child he was forced to leave school and go to work, and he would work virtually every day for the rest of his life. My mother grew up just as hard. Her father was disabled by polio as a child, and he struggled to provide for his seven daughters. My parents met at a small store where my mother was a cashier and my father was a security guard. He actually lived and slept in the storage room of that store. Like all young couples, they had dreams. My mother wanted to be an actress, and my father tried hard to get ahead. In fact, after work he would take correspondence courses to become a TV and radio repairman, but it was hard because he barely knew how to read. They did everything they could to make a better life, but living in an increasingly unstable country, with limited education and no connections, they just couldn't. So they saved as much as they could, and on May 27, 1956, they boarded a plane to Miami. They came to America in search of a better life. Like most recent arrivals, life in America wasn't easy either. My father had someone actually phonetically write on a small piece of paper the words ``I am looking for work.'' He memorized those words. Those were literally the first words he learned to speak in English. He took day jobs wherever he could find them.…





