Growing up my family was not wealthy, but I was very fortunate my father was a hard-working man with high morals and values. Being an immigrant of the state, he quickly learned he needed to make an income for himself. Very few places would hire him and give him above minimum wage salary. Therefore, he builds his own business as an electric repair man. Obtaining the skills, he had learned as a boy in his hometown helped my father become successful in his small business. However, not everyone is as fortunate to obtain curtain skills or be capable to learn at fast speeds. My father passes away when I was 13-years-old, nevertheless, he impacted my life in many ways. One was by being a good role model to my siblings and I. He always helped people out when he noticed they struggled. He …show more content…
If they needed help getting back on their feed, he would purchase a month’s worth of groceries for their families to give them the state of mind that their family will have warm food to eat each day. I admired his character very much. It was not until a year ago when I faced my own financial struggle. I moved in with my bf had just lost my job and we faced not facing funds to pay for the basic necessities like water or food. I spend many nights crying and praying to my God that he supplies us with the resources we needed to pull through from the hardship. It was around thanksgiving when I finally decided to text my 3 siblings and ask for help. On thanksgiving day we all gathered at my mom’s house and my siblings handed me an envelope containing $3,000 they gathered together to help us out. That day it was clear we may have lost my father years ago but the best part of him is still living in each one of us. For Birthdays we make it a ritual to make a basket of gift cards to each other. It includes gas card, grocery store card, subway card, and
I am a first generation immigrant; I arrive into the United States as a refugee. As every human being set a goal, I have also set myself a goal of education. While I was perusing my educational goal, situation came where I have to choose between education and work. I have chosen education with no doubt, but the decision brings me and my family a financial burden. Although, I do not have any regret of my decision, sometime it is hard to disregard the financial need to support the family, and unable to afford the most necessity things.
Opportunities and sheer luck have aided me in accomplishing what I have thus far. By random chance, I had the opportunity to grow up in an upper middle-class household. My parents follow “concerted cultivation,”
His impact on my life is never stop working hard, enjoy life to the fullest. Soon after having two young boys, Tim Huyge was diagnosed with a foreign sounding disease called M.S, which is affected by heat and stress. Within the months they had been trying to find out what he had, my dad learned that it could affect his movement, cognitive thinking, his attitude, and his memory. Even though he knew all of that he
My grandfather was probably one of the most significant people i've ever had the pleasure of knowing. He was always happy and living in the moment, and he somehow, endlessly made people laugh. He was the life of the party and his smile always lit up the room. When he passed away, I had a very eye-opening realization. I realized that I should try to live the the simple, joyful life my grandpa had lived.
Coming to America as Immigrants and having nothing to your name can be a very intimidating situation. Many people face this obstacle and my parents are a clear example of it. I grew up watching my parents work and making sure they had no debt to their name. I remember being a young child and mom taking me to work because she didn't have a babysitter. My parents always provided me with the best and even spoiled me, sometimes when you don't work for your objects you forget to say thank you. .
The “American dream” is a phrase that can have many meanings to different people, but the American Dream is the dream that people in the U.S wishes it comes true. An immigrant, an alien, comes to this country searching for that dream. The American Dream is basically a legend about success, about overcoming obstacles, and is about living that victorious life we all wish to have. Me being an Immigrant I know how important is for someone who comes from a different background, a place with a different language, and a country with a different culture to actually become somebody in this country. We immigrants have to work twice as hard as a regular born-U.S citizen.
Being a child of immigrant parents is not easy. You are constantly living in the fear that one day you’ll wake up and you parents won’t be there with you anymore. Specially now that we have a new president, things are getting more challenging. But don’t get me wrong, I live a happy life. I am proud to call myself a Latina.
My hands became clammy and my heart started racing. I did not want to believe the words coming out of my mother’s lips, “His kidney failed three weeks after the operation, he is dead”. I was just 5 years old and I felt like there was no purpose to live. My father was everything to me. I already missed his genuine kindness, the way his smile formed whenever he talked to me about life, and the times where we had father-son time at the airport, watching airplanes fly.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
My family has always been the center of my universe. They’ve taught me the importance of being united and taking care of one another—because in the end, all we truly have is each other. My parents have raised me to be a good daughter, sister, and citizen. They’ve shaped me to be respectful, responsible, and virtuous, knowing these values will last a lifetime. But above all, my parents have instilled in me an appreciation and eagerness for education.
Their experiences motivate me to capitalize on what they gave me–to become something. I want to be sure that my parents know I’m thankful and know that I will work hard to become what they didn’t have the opportunity to. 11th Grade Columbus High School Anjali Patel 5th
In the year 1990, my father and his family emigrated from Vietnam to the United States of America with the intention of seeking opportunities for a better life, as well as escaping the Vietnam War. The migration was a long, strenuous situation for him; he came to America without money and knowing how to speak English. Thus, he tried his best to learn English and find ways to earn money to have food. The reason for his success in America was his attitude towards the situation; my father’s objective was to become prosperous by studying and working hard. Furthermore, his determination to achieve the goal was very high.
My most rewarding accomplishment consists of my ability to overcome the fear and weakness that was conceived upon my arrival to the United States from Mexico, in addition to a newly evolved character which allowed me to achieve academic, professional, and personal success. Nearly seven years ago, my mother and I immigrated from a harsh economic climate in Mexico that was plagued with unemployment. Additionally, our family faced bankruptcy. While holding onto our faith, we left our hometown with only what we could carry and bought two one-way bus tickets. With nothing more than fear, two bags, and $50 in each of our pockets, we set out for what would be the most challenging journey of our lives.
The only way to repay them for their sacrifices is to be successful in life. Many people are pressured to do well in school by their parents, teachers, and mentors. However, the burden is not as heavy if you come from a wealthy family. If you come from a lower class family and do not succeed in your education or career, then another generation of poverty begins and you have failed pay back your parents for their struggles of raising a child in the lower class.
Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old