The first challenge for me on the job was the time it snowed. My first snow storm came late on a Saturday evening. I needed to have the sidewalks cleared by 8:00 am for the morning service. Compounding my challenge is the fact that the church was situated on a corner, it had several entrances, with no snow blower available at the time. It was my first time shoveling snow so I doubled my clothing, making sure I was properly protected and ready. I managed to clear everything by midnight because the snow was like fresh power but it was still falling and continued to accumulate. I got some rest before resuming the task around 4:00 am. After shoveling for about 45 minutes on my second go around, I was taking frequent breaks to stay warm. I stopped and looked at the enormity of the task ahead of me, I was tired, hungry, sleepy and very cold. I wondered for a moment, how warm it was back home in the islands. I thought of our friends we left behind, the jobs we both abandoned and all of our precious wedding gifts we sold or had given away for the so-called American dream. I tried to evaluate if it was all worth it. This was the second time those thoughts came to my mind. The first time I was walking the streets of Brooklyn entering stores and other businesses looking for work. Sometimes I would walk in look around and walk back out, afraid, sometimes intimidated to speak to anyone. They all required a green card or a social security number along with other forms of ID which I did not have. Tears of frustration would gather but not enough to fall, as I walked aimlessly block after block thinking about my family back in Trinidad. Every time I called Denise, she would encourage me to stick it out because we’ve invested too much to turn back. It was much easier said than done. “What the hell am I doing in this place?” I murmured to myself as I looked around me, there was not another soul in sight at that hour in the morning. It was just me, lots of hidden snow-covered sidewalk, and my shovel.