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Solo DIOS Sabe Mi Destino by Salvador Rojas
I was on an assignment taking photos in a small pueblo in the Mexican state of Guerrero. A small town where the only paved road is the main street that runs through the heart of the city, every other street was dirt. I was walking down the main road with my camera in hand looking for my shots, when a local youth peddled towards me on his bicycle. I thought he was going to ask me what I was taking photos of. Instead with a tone of curiosity in his voice he asked �Eres Cholo?� I gently smiled at him while he looked at me to confirm his suspicion. I didn�t know what to say, because I never labeled myself as a �Cholo�. Since I didn�t answer his first question, he then asked �de donde eres?� I replied �Cercas de Los Angeles en los Estados Unidos� He nodded �Yes� like I proved what he was thinking. He asked me to speak to him in English. I asked him �What do you want me to say?� He smiled from ear to ear like it was music to his ears. He looked at my FIRME tee shirt and said �Te quiero compra tu playera. Mi lo Vendes?� I asked him in Spanish if he really liked my shirt, he answered �SI!�. I literally took the shirt off my back and handed him my FIRME tee shirt and said �Un Regalo.� He couldn�t believe it and told me �Gracias� with a warm smile. I took his photo holding up his new FIRME shirt. He put the shirt on. It was at least two sizes too big, but that didn�t matter to him. We took a photo together, shook hands and he thanked me once again. He jumped on his bike and road off down a dusty street representin� FIRME CLOTHING, not knowing who I was or what I do. I�ll probably never see him again. But for that moment our worlds met because of a FIRME tee shirt. I left him with my shirt and he left me with a story. He goes down his road. I go down mine�
Solo DIOS Sabe Mi Destino,
Savior Reds / Salvador Rojas
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