Andres Neal: Turning poverty into confidence
At 7, Andres Neal was selling gum on the street in Mexico to help get food for his family. This month, he’ll graduate from the College of Technology and Innovation with a bachelor’s degree in mechanical engineering.
Along the way, he has learned how to learn from failure, how random acts of kindness can alter your life path, and how, even from very humble beginnings, you can emerge with joy.
“You learn to value what you have,” Neal said. “Things don’t bother me. People expect me to be upset about some things. I believe you need to learn to have fun in life.”
As one of six children being raised by a single mother, Neal had to think fast and work hard. He had to be independent and to make things from nothing.
“I’m surprised how I managed,” said Neal, whose given name was Martinez.
Neal spent his early life in the Mexican Mormon settlement Colonia Dublan, where he said he developed a strong work ethic.
“They gave me really good values,” Neal said. “I learned that whatever you’re doing, you should do your best. I still use that every day.”
His mother had been a teacher, but lost her job because she began to lose her sight.
“We were really poor,” Neal said. “She got a job packing fruit.”
Neal and his siblings had to help out if they wanted to eat, so he sold gum and newspapers on the street and swept sidewalks.
“My mother bought rubber tubing at a hardware store and we made slingshots out of mesquite branches and pieces of leather from old boots,” Neal said. “My brother and I would hunt pigeons at the abandoned mills. That was our meat.”
They also collected spilled grain and soybeans by the railroad tracks.
“Sometimes, we ate beans for a week.”
At 14, when they left the Mormon colony for Agua Prieta, Neal was shocked at the corruption and vicious nature of life on the street.
“We were living in a house made of cardboard with black paper on the outside,” Neal said. “Someone stole the gas tank we used to cook food. But we were more scared of the police, so we didn’t report it.”
One of his brothers left home, headed for the United States, and lost track of the family. Six years later, he found Neal and brought him to South Dakota, where he was living with his new wife.
“It was a whole different world,” Neal said. “I didn’t know English. I couldn’t speak to my sister-in-law. Not a word.”
Neal attended 10th grade in South Dakota, then went to El Paso, Texas, where his mother had moved, for grades 11 and 12.
He was a good student, always on the honor roll.
“In South Dakota, I had nothing to do, so I read books,” he said. “I had a very good mind. I could memorize word for word. I can’t do that anymore.”
Neal graduated from high school in El Paso, but because he was in the country illegally he couldn’t apply to a university. He got a driver’s license and signed up at New Mexico State Community College.
His mother married a man Neal didn’t get along with, and he started staying with friends and mowing lawns for money.
One weekend, he met the Neals, who had two children in high school. They took him in and made him part of their family.
“That’s when I learned to live,” Neal said. “Until then, I was in survival mode.”
Neal was too old to be adopted, but the Neals paid for attorneys to help him with his citizenship.
“It takes a lot of money,” Neal said. “It took years.”
Eventually, Neal took the family name, married his high school sweetheart, and began taking classes at New Mexico State. When his wife graduated and got a job offer in Arizona, they moved. Neal, who had worked as a mechanic, got a job at AutoZone, applied to Arizona State University, and was admitted, planning to take classes on the Tempe campus.
Then Mark Henderson, a professor of engineering in the College of Technology and innovation at ASU’s Polytechnic campus, walked into AutoZone to buy a gasket for his car.
“I saw the parking permit hanging from his rear-view mirror, and told him I was coming to ASU,” Neal said.
Henderson convinced Neal to visit the Poly campus, telling him he would learn the theory of mechanical engineering and how to apply it, starting with LEGO bricks and robots.
Neal signed on, learning to build and fly rockets, calculating crosswinds and payloads.
His most challenging project was how to remove fluid used in the manufacture of microprocessors, which required the team of five students to calculate differential equations.
“They have these glass walls you can write on like blackboards,” Neal said. “We would fill up walls with our calculations on simulated flow. One of us would think we had a good working equation. We’d build a prototype, print a test, and 99 percent of the time, it wouldn’t work.
“We completely failed. The first test was the best. With each change, our outcomes got progressively worse.”
Neal was undaunted.
“You can’t learn if you don’t fail,” he said.
Neal also worked on a project through ASU’s Global Resolve program to find ways for villagers in Trinidad and Tobago to use coconut oil to run their farm machines.
“I had been using waste oil to run my car for years, so professor Henderson asked me to work on the project,” Neal said. “We failed. We killed the engine. Coconut oil won’t work. It gels at 75 degrees, even if you remove the glycerin.”
Neal is not yet sure where he will go from here. He has had several second interviews, and executives are impressed with all the hands-on experience he has gotten.
“I tell them about my senior capstone project, that I’ve worked on more than one project a semester, how I’ve worked in the wind tunnel built by students,” Neal said. “Students from other universities have worked on one project. It has made me realize how different my education has been, and how it makes me stand out.”
He and his wife, Janette, have a one-year-old son, John. They bought an “unlivable” house that Neal has redone from the studs, installing tile and wood flooring and new kitchen and bathrooms. He learned how to install air conditioning.
“It’s like a pie,” Neal said of the project. “You don’t eat the whole thing at once. You start by eating one piece at a time.”
Neal is looking forward with confidence. He knows he will find his place.
Judy Nichols, firstname.lastname@example.org
Ira A. Fulton Schools of Engineering