I would say that it was my family. Both my parents immigrated to the US with no knowledge of the English language and stayed in the US as undocumented immigrants. With those things in mind, my parents worked in the only job they were able to do with their current qualifications, field working. It was job that did not require any book knowledge, all that you needed was fast and precise hands and endurance to do the same type of work day in and day out. Unlike other jobs, this was not hourly pay but rather piece pay. One would get paid on the basis of how many buckets, boxes, or bins of fruit one has completed, so in reality each person was responsible for the amount they made each day. This system incentivized going fast and going as long as you could. As was the case, you’d start working as soon as the sun came up (however some people would start earlier and use headlamps to help them see in the dark) and you’d end when it got too hot or too late to work. It was really all dependent on the individual or when the boss was ready to head home. So long as you made more than minimum wage hourly, you were fine. With all this being said, field work does a number on the body given that it’s an extremely physical job. Some of the tasks we had to were as follow; carry and climb up 12 foot ladders to reach fruit way high up in the trees, carrying around buckets full of fruit that were strapped on your back, and carrying bins around to put them in optimal locations to pour the fruits in. Doing these things young may be easier, but once you’ve started doing this for many years and as the body ages it becomes harder to continue these tasks. Despite all that, people always find a way to endure as for many it’s the only way they have to provide for their family. Another notable thing about this was that in essence field working was a part time job every time. On average one spend about a week working an orchard with about 50 – 100 other people until all the fruit was harvested. From there it was up to each individual to go out and seek another place to work to replace the previous spot. All orchards are owned by different individuals or businesses and all have fruit that is ready to harvest at different times. So for my parents it was crucial for them to get the phone numbers of all the bosses they had worked with so that they could come back again and work the following year. With all that being said, my parents would always work seven days a week for months and months at a time, with the only the rest they got was when an orchard’s fruit picking ended early. They gave up everything in Mexico to provide our family with a better life in the states and did so by working in the fields and enduring everything that came with it. Not only them, but I was also expected to help out with the fruit picking as well so I experienced firsthand just how brutal these conditions were. I knew I could not work in that field for the rest of my life so used that and family’s support as motivation to get where I am today. I hope that one day I can get my parents out of the fields so that they won’t have to continue in arduous back-breaking labor for the rest of their days.