My heart was racing. My breath went cold. I could feel the hairs sticking up on my arm. I wish I could leave, but not like this. As I hid in the back of my car, I wondered what my life would have been like if I wasn’t so stupid.
When I was just a boy, I was groomed by a group of men who helped me take care of my mother. I thought they were just being friendly, but I was wrong.
In return they told me I had to start smuggling illegal drugs across the Mexican border, into the US. I tried to refuse but I couldn’t as I feared that my family’s life would be in danger.
Every month I cross the border with clothes filled with cocaine and marijuana. I risk my life doing this as if I am caught, I could be sentenced to a minimum of 20 years imprisonment. Without me around my family will not survive. If I do not complete the task set by the cartel leader, I could risk me and my family having our lives taken away from us before they have even started. The security has become even tighter at the border as the Mexican government has been made aware of the millions of pounds of illegal drugs being smuggled daily into the US. I fear that this time I may be caught. Once I get over the border, I have to take the drug filled clothes to the South Texas border to then they are sold on the black market. I wish my life was better but now there is no way out.