My Grandpa Research Paper

My Grandpa walked from Michoacan to Tijuana with his parents at the age of 5 it took him nearly a month to complete the journey. He remembers stopping and sleeping in caves at night and eating whatever his father shot and cooked for them. At this time my great grandma was pregnant with one of my grandpas siblings, which she luckily birthed near Tijuana in a small village and not while walking in barren land. Upon getting to Tijuana my grandpa was put straight to work. He worked in Michoacan from the minute he learned to walk and had could carry or drag a 2 pound log. In Tijuana ,due to his size, he worked operating a large saw because his brother died operating it and he was next in line. My grandpa worked for years and still works at almost 80 years old. He stayed the same throughout his life he never made more than 50 dollars a month. He had his house, his wife, and his kids.
As a young kid, he would take me to his worksite where I would pour cement, or put blocks on top of each other and spread the cement on the blocks. Later on when we moved to the United States I went dumpster diving with him for a few years. I would like to add, through all the pain, suffering, and trauma my grandpa went through the one thing his stories always thought was to never be afraid. He was the bravest man in Mexico. People always sharing stories with me about how brave he was. He always told me that I should be brave and follow my mom’s footsteps, because she is the spitting image of