On the fifth day of June, 1876, a man had a vision. Sitting Bull, a Hunkpapa Lakota spiritual leader, was in Sundance when he had visions of American soldiers falling upon his territory like grasshoppers falling from the sky. He knew that this vision would come to be true, considering the conflicts between the Indians and the US government. Sitting Bull told his people to prepare for battle.
I spend half of my life here and spend the other half there. The plane is going down, I’m here. Here to explore my new life in a new country called the United States, and a new language to master. It has been a long plane ride from China to America, but I’m finally here, here to stay with my parents. The plane had landed.
I was in a car with my family driving on the freeway in Houston, and as I look out the car window I noticed that vegetation was growing on part of the freeway that was under construction. The freeway has been under construction for as long as I can remember and nature knew this because it set its roots here in order to survive. As I was looking out the window I started to think will they ever be done with this freeway. Many people think that America is the symbol of freedom and anyone can be who they want without being forced to do something they do not want.
With the whir of the airplane’s engine in my ears, my seatbelt fastened, and my window shield up I saw the city blur into the runway and fall from beneath me. My home was falling away from me, slipping through my fingers ever so gently. No more warm island air flowing off the shores. No more curious spirits coming out to ask questions. No more familiarity, no more Okinawa.
When the roll is called up yonder is being chanted by thousands of mouths all packed into a stadium like building. Some people raise their hands in the air swaying back and forth. One man in the audience is playing a saxophone and he bumps into several people as he honks out a sweet simple tune. But few people take notice of the saxophonist because they are fixed on the man leading the ceremony.
Yes, Luke 's experience apply to me in someway. It is always difficult for people to adjust in a totally new country, where there is different language, culture and lifestyle than their own country. I too faced difficulties in traveling to U.S and adjusting myself in a totally new new environment. There is a vast difference between Indian and U.S culture. I too led a very secured and conservative life in India, where I was always around my parents.
Awoke from a brave man who sailed the sea. An idea, a chance of hope, was born. Battled for an identity of prosperity for all, consequently we rose up to become America the land of inalienable liberties straight from our maker. Growing despite dividing America has always overcame division growing smarter and tougher through her conflicts. We truly became America when all of America got equality and so America gave down rights to all her people.
America, a country where the people are from all corners of the Earth. Each bringing their own ideals, traditions and beliefs. Since America was young, many have immigrated to the country. Though their reasons, hopes, and expectations vary between individuals, each come here wanting a better life. Having found three individuals, I wanted their accounts to tell three different perspectives on being an immigrant.
The summer of second grade was a really magnificent time for me because my grandpa came with his two sons from Boston to California. We went to a lot of considerable places but my all time favorite would have to be when we went to Great America. One day our whole family decided that we should go to Six Flags, so we all agreed. We woke up at exactly 8:00 A.M. and drove to Six flags with our whole family. Once we arrived my dad realized that we got the wrong tickets.