GOYA

When I was younger, my mom and I volunteered with our church to work with the migrant workers. We would bring them food and drinks while they worked out in the fields. That was one of my favorite things to do with my mom. Whenever I see Goya Juice, I remember those trips when I was little.

Nos fuimos a Baja Mexico quando estaba en quinto grado. Nos construimos una escuela. Nos jugadamos futbol con los ninos. Nos bebimos Goya jugo. En primer lugar, se sentía extraña a beber lo que utilizamos para dar a lostrabajadores migrantes

 I finally realized that this juice resembled a lot more. It was something we gave to these people who worked hard every single day, they put their all into a job that no one else wanted to do. They actually worked for their money rather than sitting around getting paid for nothing like so many people do. To serve these people was an honor, I was proud to be doing this. I realized that I was like them when I was working on this school. I worked hard for this drink, I worked hard for this school for the kids. Everyone works for something different; the migrant workers so they may provide for their families, I was working to help kids in need, yet we were all united by something as simple as juice.

Jugo de Goya ha llegado a ser un símbolo del trabajo duro para mí. Me recuerda que tengo una gran vida con el lujo de muchas cosas. Tengo que aprovechar estas cosas y trabajan duro ir más lejos en la vida, al igual que los trabajadores migrantes.