Every true champion knows that the road to victory is filled with sacrifice. My mother is no exception. In the early 1990’s my mother, my younger sister and I were living in an inner-city corridor of San Salvador, El Salvador. After a spike in violence overtook our neighborhood, my mother debated whether there was greater risk in staying in the country or leaving or lives behind for what was promised in the United States. She knew that the schools in our city could never afford us the same education that the U.S. schools could offer. And with little else than our truck-bed stuffed with...