Everything I’m doing is a form of protest.

I’m getting my degree not just for me but for every brown kid who’s been underestimated, overlooked, or told to stay in their lane. I want to be the bright Mexican man in the room—so when people look up, they see us. Represented. Respected. Present.

I’m climbing in my career not just to chase a paycheck but to build a legacy. I want people to say, “Look at him. Look at us. We’re out here.” Thriving. Building. Making space.

And when I run marathons with the Mexico flag wrapped around me, it’s more than pride—it’s proof. Proof that we endure. That we belong everywhere, from boardrooms to finish lines. That our presence is resistance.

This isn’t just ambition—it’s protest. It’s rewriting the narrative in real-time.