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Juan Ortega Campos

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A House to Grow a Dream in

On Wall Street's swirl of power and money, he was just a delivery boy, a young man with a heavy Spanish accent who carried meals up to the suits working in the World Trade Center.

But back home in Jonacatepec in central Mexico, Juan Ortega Campos was the very picture of success, a hard working adventurer who lived in America, called his family every day, and sent back money to build a dream. "To him, it was very important to save enough money to buy a piece of land and build a house on it," his wife, Luz Maria, said from their rented home in Mexico. "That was his dream."

Like many other immigrants, Mr. Ortega Campos, 32, pursued his goal with imposing determination. For 20 months, he made deliveries for the Fine & Schapiro restaurant and lived with a Mexican friend in Brooklyn, keeping his expenses to a minimum. One of the few diversions he allowed himself was studying Kung Fu.

Mostly, though, he imagined his children leading a better life. Mr. Ortega Campos believed that building them a house would be a big step toward making that happen.

Now his wife says that if the governments of the United States and Mexico provide the assistance they have promised, she will buy a piece of land in Jonacatepec, and there she will build her husband's dream.

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Remembering Juan on the 20th anniversary of 9/11....

Such a tragedy that so many young lives were lost that horrible day. Today I pray for a special blessing on Juan's family. We will never forget. With much love from Texas,

In memory of my paisano morelense Juan Ortega Campos

RIP Juan Ortega Campos my paisano morelense.

In Memory with
Honor & Respect.

To The Family,
When he wakes up, he will learn that the "God of love" has made his dream a reality. Mr. Ortega will be in a system of things where he will have a sizeable piece of land, the privilege of building his own house, and the precious privilege of never dying again. I did not know Juan, but, I still would like to offer my deepest thoughts of sympathy to you at this time. God bless you.

Sincerely,
Mr. Terry of NC
(a Bible Student)

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

As I cross-stitched your name on the memorial that I am doing for all of the victims, I prayed for you and your family. Please know that your death was not in vain. We will always remember. God Bless.