Amilcar took his first breath of air in 1954, in the industrial city of Monterrey Mexico. Things were rough for his family. When he was three and a half years old and his mother was pregnant, his father abandoned them. In order to provide for him and his unborn sister, Amilcar’s mother immigrated to the United States in search of the American Dream. The first few years were very hard for both mother and son. At times, it was the American Nightmare. With dedication and persistence, Amilcar learned a new culture, a new language, and a new way of life but with some hard knocks along the way.
After graduating from high school, he worked a few odd jobs before joining the military. It was then that he became a Naturalized American Citizen. After his six-year military commitment, Amilcar returned to the command workforce. He was in my mid-thirties when he decided to do something about his job, his financial situation, so he attended night school at Austin Community College. Thanks to his college education, Amilcar was able to enter an Information Technology currier. He retired as a computer system engineer at the young age of fifty-nine from a large corporation based out of San Antonio, Texas.
Six months after his retirement, his mother passed away. At age eighty-six. She had health issues and Amilcar thought he was prepared to lose her, but he was wrong. It was his mother that inspired him to write. Many years ago, Amilcar had a couple of interesting dreams. He discussed those dreams at length with his mother. She suggested he write them down but he never did. After his mother’s passing, he recalled his mother’s words and now he writes. His mother’s memory has inspired him to begin another chapter in his life as a writer. Amilcar plans to write straight through his Golden Years.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagined I would write a book much less have it published. It started with a dream I had. I discussed it with my mother at length and she told me to write it down. Working and life kept getting my way but after I mother died, I remembered her words and began to write. Even with my mother’s absence she continues to inspire and encourage me to grow and learn.