From Dreamer To Leader

Bright and determined Reydesel Salvidrez was on the point of despair eight years ago when he realized he couldn’t continue his studies or go to college being an undocumented student.

Rey, as his friends call him, came to the United States from Chihuahua, Mexico with his parents and siblings at the age of ten in the early 2000’s. 

After graduating from Denver East High School in 2011, he wanted to study criminal justice at the Metropolitan State University (MSU) Denver, but he was not eligible for in-state tuition, and his family could not afford to pay the full tuition. At the time, his father was a construction foreman, and his mother was a housekeeping manager. Eventually, Rey was forced to drop out and work alongside his father. He was deeply depressed about giving up his dream of getting an education.

Distressed, he thought of ending his life. Rey was only 19. But, the thoughts of the consequences it would have on his younger siblings, two brothers Luis, 16,  and Rafael, 11, and sister Jennifer, 9, altered his momentary negative decision and gave him strength. At that moment, his new purpose was to always be there for them. 

Not ready to call it quits yet, Rey and his mother decided to talk to the guidance counselor at Denver East High School about his options. He essentially just shrugged his shoulders because, for undocumented students wishing to attend college, options were very limited. 

Extremely sad, but determined not to give up, Rey kept himself busy helping his father at his construction job. Until 2012, when vision changed after the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrival (DACA) program was announced, giving him the right to live and work in the United State. However, by that time, Rey was no longer set on becoming a detective. He decided to pursue a career that would allow him to help other students never feel trapped the way he did.  

When President Obama announced the DACA program Rey was able to apply for his paperwork. It took him almost six months to get organized.

DACA protects undocumented people from deportation and allows them to work in the United States. Because this new program, Rey was able to obtain a driver’s license and an employment authorization card, renewable every two years. 

When he had all his papers in order, Rey decided to talk to an advisor at MSU. He was advised to start at the Community College of Denver (CCD), then transfer to MSU, as it would be more affordable. 

 According to Rey, attending the Community College of Denver in the fall of 2012 was the biggest blessing he could have asked for. It was hard in the beginning because undocumented students have to pay out of state tuition, But, with low tuition and scholarships, he managed to step into his education dream.

                   Rey recalled that he didn’t have an answer as a child when people asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. His initial dream was to become a police officer or a detective – but even back then, he knew his immigration status meant that this dream would most likely be impossible to reach. 

“I had been brought to Denver from Mexico by my parents and in those days undocumented immigrants couldn’t even get Colorado driver’s licenses, leave alone jobs in law enforcement.”

While Rey was working hard to excel in school and stay on top of his tuition payments,  in 2013 a new Colorado law made it possible for him to qualify for in-state tuition. The bill is known as the Advancing Students for a Stronger Economy Tomorrow (ASSET) bill. This lightened Rey’s financial burden and allowed him to complete his program at the Community College of Denver and eventually transfer to the University of Colorado Denver.

Rey who grew up in a mixed-status family said the support system he received at CCD helped him build his confidence made him feel less isolated.

“One of the things I love about CCD is the community atmosphere and the feeling of family they gave me. They believed in me. I never had that kind of support growing up,” said Rey.“Being in that atmosphere and surrounded by people who believed in me gave me hope. I started enjoying being in CCD and not doubting myself.” 

        Another great thing at CCD which further boosted his success story is the Urban Male Initiative (UMI)  program, which gave him a mentor to support him up to his graduation. Rey is full of praise for the UMI program at CCD. This program helped him immensely. It assisted him to recognize unique challenges through mentoring and connected him with valuable resources teaching him networking skills. It was his foundation for leadership development. He began to step out of the shadows. felt safe to share his story. He finally felt free and relieved as CCD opened many doors for him. 

Rey also co-founded the Dreamers United at CCD a student organization to support undocumented students along with few other students in similar conditions as him. The organization has seen a huge success in CCD.

 “I want to give back. I want to learn the history of indigenous people so I can help them too,” Rey said. For him, it felt great to inspire other students, both immigrants, and American-born, and show them that they can go to college and achieve whatever they want.

After a while, United Leaders in Higher Education (ULHE) became the new name for “Dreamers United”. Rey explained that the term Dreamers United was no longer used because it did not represent the immigrant youth appropriately. “We changed this to leaders as that who we are. We are committed to redefining higher education here in our home state of Colorado,” he said.

     ULHE is committed to educate, unite and empower students. It strives to support student leaders across campuses to create attainable pathways beyond higher education. The three focal points of this organization are: raising funds, networking, and terminology to empower immigrant youth and make college more accessible to them, as immigrant youth face some of the toughest paths in higher education.

Rey graduated from the University of Colorado Denver earlier this year with a degree in communications and ethnic studies. He is currently the vice-president of United Leaders in Higher Education (ULHE). 

Although he holds a new diploma, his future is anything but certain. He is deeply worried that President Trump’s decision to end DACA will throw his life into chaos all over again and he may run the risk of being deported. He prays and hopes that Congress would vote “yes” on the Dream and Promise Act, which would give Dreamers a chance to stay in the country they love.

For Rey, the next goal is to earn a master’s degree in education and work as a school counselor helping underserved students. He positively believes the state of Colorado needs passionate educators like him and that there is a huge demand for teacher jobs that remain unfilled in the state.

Now with many awards under his belt including the CCD President Service Award which he received as a student leader, Rey is determined to help steer other undocumented students to progress. 

Working in higher education and working with students is Rey’s passion and main focus. “I know the importance of giving students good role models and a dose of encouragement because that’s what I desperately needed when I was younger,” said Rey.

 While Rey’s short term goal is to work in the education field, his long term goal is to be involved in politics and even run for mayor in Denver, one day. He knows that the changes he wants to see will only happen with hard work from state and community leaders, and he believes joining the group of people making all the decisions will bring him many steps closer to achieving all his goals. 

Portaging Into The Wild

In the summer of 2018, I left the thin mountain air of Colorado for the dense woods of Ontario Canada, with my father, brother and his kids, and my sister. The quaint town was nestled into the side of a deep blue lake. The town itself was miles away from any big city, but this was only our first step off the grid. 

The lake was spotted with old Indiana Jones-style seaplanes and small fishing boats. The summer air was warm and sweet, like the smell of flowers mixing with pine. It was just past sunrise, and we were making our way to a small wooden shack with a pair of moose antlers over the front door. A wood sign, worn from the sun, creaked back and forth from the gentle breeze. The sign read Red Lake Outfitters. 

We walked through the torn screen door. Inside was a variety of fishing, hiking, and outdoor gear. A blue-eyed husky followed by a short grizzly looking man walked in the room. “Greetings,” he said with a friendly smile and a wave of the hand. The greeting was not what you would have expected from a man who looked like he spent half the year in the woods. “The name’s Harmon, I take it you’re the McConnell’s,” Harmon said with enthusiasm.

 “Yes”, my father replied, “we’re ready to get outfitted,'' he joked. Harmon smiled and gestured us to follow him through a door in the back of the shack. We walked down a hall, and into a large warehouse that was not visible from the front. It was like an outdoorsman’s dream. 

There were racks of canoes and kayaks, snowmobiles and ATVs, whole shelves of freeze-dried food and other camp ware. There was enough for two dozen people to survive in the middle of the forest for over a year. Harmon showed us to 3 long tables that were strewn with a variety of supplies, freeze-dried food, fishing poles, backpacks, etc. At the end of the tables three large canoes laid on the floor. All the gear we would need for the next two weeks was there ready for

us. After packing all the gear into 4 huge bags and a bear-proof container, we loaded everything up into a van, strapped the canoes to the top, and drove to a dock on the lake. Harmon handed us a map and a satellite phone, then pointed to the docks. 

Suddenly we heard the roar of an engine as one of the seaplanes propelled itself to the side of the wooden dock. We strapped two of the canoes to the buoys to keep the plane afloat, then loaded half our stuff in. 

My brother, my nephew, and my dad loaded up into the first plane. The plane backed away from the dock, then using the lake as a runway it took off. Just as the first plane took off, a second roar and another plane pulled up to the dock. My sister, my other nephew and my niece loaded the last of the gear and the last canoe up onto the second plane. We were each handed a pair of headphones to communicate over the deafening hum of the propeller. 

The pilot said a few words, then we were off in the same direction as my dad. We flew for over an hour. Watching the paved roads stretched across the landscape like veins turn to dirt. Became smaller, until they disappeared altogether, replaced by nothing but forest for as far as the eye could see. 

The landscape was freckled with lakes and ponds. More than I could count. The pilot pointed down to a large lake below us, clicked the button on his mic, and informed us to hold on, as we began to descend towards the lake. The plane skipped across the water like a smooth stone before slowing down and turning toward the other plane that was already getting ready to take off. My dad, brother, and nephew waited on the shore as the plane approached and we unloaded the remainder of our gear and watched as the last plane took off. 

Red Lake was away from any big city, but compared to the seclusion of our new location, Red Lake seemed like a metropolis. There was no sign of other people in any direction. It was silent. All that could be heard was the whisper of the wind and the occasional echoing peck of a woodpecker. We were at least 150 miles from the closest town and at least 60 miles from the closest road. We were alone in the wilderness. 

It was beautiful, the sun was at its highest point, reeds and cattails waded to and fro in the water, as fish jumped out of the lake trying to catch their next meal. We each picked a partner and hopped into the canoes. We had a long journey ahead of us to reach the extraction point. My dad set his paddle into the water and took the lead. Following the map, we crossed the huge lake and made it to the other side. 

What we were doing is called portaging. Essentially, you make use of bodies of water such as lakes, ponds, and rivers to travel faster with heavy supplies. When we reached the end of a body of water we would unpack and hike all of our stuff and the canoes to the next body of water, taking several trips, then start over. 

The first few first weeks were hard, but it was a complete joy to be away from the city, and be utterly surrounded by the refreshing feel of nature. The portage trails were difficult, especially after rowing for miles a day. Hiking all of our gear up to 5 miles between the back and forth was exhausting. We moved between 8-12 miles a day to keep pace on our route. We dipped in and out of huge lakes, with cliffs 50 feet high, tiny ponds full of fish, and long rivers swarming with mosquitoes and horse flies. 

The campsites for the first week was, relatively speaking, nice. We found flat places with soft dirt or grass to set up our camps and cook. We would fish for pike and walleye, pulling them out every other cast. After the first few days, we exhausted all the fresh food we had, so fishing was our main source of food other than the astronaut freeze-dried items. 

After that first week though, things started to get rough. As we pressed on deeper into the wild, the terrain, the weather, and the animals got wilder. After a pleasant day of rowing, and a single portage, we came onto what appeared to be a peaceful, beautiful lake. But as we searched the shores we realized there was no real place to camp, the lake was like a bowl. The shore rose at a rocky incline, all the way around. After searching for hours we had no other choice but to pick a spot and make the best of it. 

The tents were all angled, it was hard to cook, or to fish. Needless to say, that night was an unpleasant one. That morning through stiff necks and backs we loaded up and took off down the river that poured out of the lake. I have never in my life seen more bugs than were on that river. The constant hum of insect wings flickered past my ears before a mosquito or horse flies landed on my face to have their vampiric feast. I was miserable. And let me just say, city mosquitoes and flies, are far different than that of the wild variety. Instead of feasting on humans, these bad bugs relied on the blood of bears, and moose. Every bite was like getting a flu shot, and with thousands of bugs overhead, I felt like a pincushion. My youngest nephew hunkered himself down in the center of the canoe covering his head as we floated down the river for several more hours. 

Finally, we thought we had made it out of the swarms. All that was left for the day was one portage, then we could make camp. However, the trails had begun to get steeper, and more difficult. Trees had fallen on the path, and we had to saw them in half and drag away so we could get the canoes through. It was muddy and slick, and the 80lb packs did not make the trek any easier. 

That night after finally making it to the end of the trail, we had to make camp in high grass due to lack of options. There was no fishing for dinner... Unable to make a fire we hunkered down and ate the dried food in the tent. The buzzing of insects was constant outside of the tent. That morning I awoke unrested, covered in ticks and soar. But we had to press on. 

Along the way, we encountered more issues. A canoe escaped us for a while, there was a day with no fish at all. The hiking had become miserable, as we cut tree after tree to get through, and every time we stepped out of the canoe, leeches would creep up from the depths to attach to our feet. We would cross lakes with winds so strong it would turn our canoes like tops, and almost flipped a few times. 

We had three days left when we encountered our biggest challenge of all. We had been canoeing down a river all day, twisting and turning down the water. We came around a bend, and in the distance we heard a thundering sound that was unmistakably rapids, leading to a waterfall. We slowed our pace, then as the rapids came into view. We pulled off to the side, as huge rocks stuck out like jagged teeth, slicing the water until it was white foam. Downstream, the water suddenly dropped off as flowed went between and beyond massive boulders.

 My dad pulled out the map. It said that we were supposed to portage on the side of the lake we were on. I was sent ahead to try to find a trail. There was nothing, any sign of a trail disappeared into the trees. I forced my way through until I could see the river. There was no way we were getting the boats through the thicket of bushes and wood. When I got back my dad and I emptied a canoe and shot across the water paddling as hard as we could just before the rapids began. 

We found a path on the other side of the river, but any mistake meant getting swept into the rapids and down a 30-foot drop. For my dad, brother and I alone in an empty canoe, it wouldn’t have been a huge issue. But, with canoes full of gear, and my sister, nephews, and niece this was not going to be easy. My nephew sat at the edge of the water, his face pale, watching branches crack against rocks, as he realized that we had one shot, or it was death or severe injury. My dad turned to us looking serious, then gave some brief advice. He looked at each of us and said “listen and you live. Fear is a choice, but one that you cannot choose now.” We had to make it to the other side of it was 3 days back the other direction.

 We swallowed our fear, and boat by boat we shot across the river, paddling like fiends. One of the boats started to drift towards the rapids, but my dad managed to bounce off a rock and make it to the other shore. My dad got the nickname “the terminator” after that adventure. 

The rest of the trip after that was a cakewalk. We made it to the extraction point. We survived two weeks in the wild, and it taught us a valuable life lesson. We learned that fear is something that can be overcome, and humans have the strength to overcome anything.


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