I came to the U.S. from Latin America more than two years ago. I work at a restaurant during the day and in a warehouse at night. Because my immigration status is still under review, I have no access to any health insurance. Whenever I feel sick, I rely on painkillers and fever medicine to get by. Last winter, I caught pneumonia. I had a high fever for days and could barely breathe. I waited three hours at a community clinic, only to be told the visit would cost hundreds of dollars without insurance. I counted the few bills in my wallet and quietly walked away. That night, I curled up under two blankets, shivering to my bones. I understand healthcare is limited, and many people need it. But I hope immigration policy can find a balance between compassion and reality. We’re not trying to take advantage—we just want a chance to survive when we get sick. #ImmigrationPolicyNow