My journey began on March 1, 1981, at Angel's Gate Park overlooking the harbor of Los Angeles. My fairy godmother couldn't have picked a more beautiful place for me to begin my life anew. So ironic, in that this is the first glimpse of America for so many immigrants from around the world.
But that was still one long walk home that morning. And though today, the sun is shining and Catalina Island is visible, floating on a silvery sea, it was most certainly not sunny that day.
But that was still one long walk home that morning. And though today, the sun is shining and Catalina Island is visible, floating on a silvery sea, it was most certainly not sunny that day.
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