By Karina Franco PadillaI grew up in a remote, small, West Texas border town about 90 miles west of Big Bend National Park. As a kid, my Dad would say it was “where the world ends.” And a lot of the time, it certainly felt that way in the middle of the West Texas desert and mountains. And I’m fortunate I’ve had champions who’ve taken chances on me along the way. I vividly remember the starlit skies, crisp air, and the smell of rain on the West Texas landscape. And while I’ve been fortunate to have a seat at the table, I’m focused on opening doors for others to follow through.