I came with $20 in my pocket when I came to the U.S. Actually, I had $16, because I had a couple of beers on the plane. But I came with a big dream. Where I was growing up, my family was in poverty. I worked as a janitor in high school. I didn’t know where my next meal was going to come from. Many a nights we went hungry, and there was one night actually I remember my mom had nothing to feed us — four girls, two boys, and my dad. All she did was boil the pot of water, threw a little bit of salt in it, and she had two fistfuls of rice powder and she threw it in there and she made a paste of it and fed all of us.
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