I was 14 when a great opportunity was afforded me. Unfortunately, i was anything but interested in marching with Cesar Chavez, for a very important cause.
It was 1963. I was in our family home in San Jose, laying accross my Father’s comfortable recliner, with one leg over the armrest. My Mother walked in, very excited, and said: “Mija; vamos a marchar con Cesar Chavez! Ahorita se estan juntando aqui en San Jose.”
i didn’t move. I said to my Mom; “Ay Ama, no tengo ganas de ir. Mejor aqui me quedo.” “Andale. Vamos, pa que lo conoscas!” But i just lay there. There was no changing my mind. I missed the only opportunity to meet an amazing man; and march for a cause that meant so much to so many.
Because of his struggles and sacrafices, Cesar Chavez became my Hero. And the missed opportunity became the biggest regret of my life