When I was a child, during the summer break from school my Mother took us kids to work the local farmer’s orchards and fields. We worked at weeding. thinning sugar beets, picking cherries and apricots, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and other vegetables. We worked beside the migrant workers who came from Texas and Arizona and who spoke Spanish and broken English. Our parents befriended many of the migrant workers, so we had the opportunity to know them and make lasting friendships with them. Because of this experience, I stand with the migrant workers who work very hard in bad conditions for little money. I know their plight.