“The pay was terrible, the labor demanding and demeaning, but it was the immigrant reality. Immigrants weren’t doctors or lawyers or mayors, no matter their training and expertise. Immigrants drove taxis. Immigrants did piecework in factories. Immigrants stocked grocery store shelves. I internalized the feeling of unworthiness. Béla fought against it. He became short-tempered and volatile.”
Excerpt From: Edith Eva Eger. “The Choice.”