We all love strawberries, but do you know the people who provide those strawberries to you? It's all thanks to our farm workers. I am not a daughter of a field worker, but I did grow up next to one. As a child I grew up eating strawberries, drinking strawberry water, and watching all these men and women break their back picking them for us. A lot of the times they brought their children with them. Rain or shine, they were and are there. This is my little grain of rice to salute those who are feeding us. The underappreciated percent that most do not acknowledge. Those fields are were dreams are dream and possibilities are planted.