I finally get home and i 'm laying on the couch and I realize that the reason i’m out there is for payoff day. The day i get to hit someone that 's in a different jersey, the day i catch that ball and the stands go crazy. Thats what im doing this for, Payoff Day. I wake up one morning with sweat dripping down my forehead and i 'm breathing very heavily. My dad comes in the room because of how scared I was.
I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me. It been ten years since I have not seen Haiti. I miss the smell, the people, the ongoing language, the natural food and the atmosphere. This trip is very important because
Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English. My family lived with my uncles in a two room house with a total of thirteen people living there. I understood the challenges and sacrifices that my parents were making to bring me to this country. I quickly learned that I would have to work hard to succeed and take advantage of the opportunities my parents came here for. When I started school, I got to meet English-speaking Latinos who helped me immerse in this new culture.
One of the most important incidents in my life was exchanging my Guam driver license for a California driver license. I was given thirty days to prepare for a written examination and a road test, and two weeks had already passed. My friends told me that the written test was difficult, but I was more anxious about driving on the highway. Although I did pay attention as a passenger on the highway, understanding when and where to make an exit was scary and intimidating. I was a novice driver, having only driven one full year on the two-way roads of Guam so I knew I had to mentally prepare myself.
I wouldn’t forget how many times I’ve missed them every day and every day was like torture, so I made a promise with my dad that if my average finals score of all subjects is above everyone else in my grade, then I can move to America too. Through months of putting all my effort into the work, I fulfilled my promise and moved to America that spring. However, things didn’t turned out as I thought it would be.
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
From that moment I knew that I have to become an engineer. Ten years after the moment when my father left El Salvador, my mother, my brothers and I came to the United States to be together with my father as a complete family again. Hurtful it was for me to leave an entire life in Central America, my customs, and plans for my life, just to come to a new country to begin a new life. Starting from zero was not easy, and at the beginning I was absolutely frustrated because when I came to the United States, the school decided to delay two years, due to I did not know English, they set me in 10th grade, when in El Salvador I was in 12th grade. Learning English was one of the
We saved a child from a life of hardship. Now he calls me “DAD”. This all started when I stood in line at a Wendy's, ordering my spicy chicken sandwich with a chili, and a Diet Coke. We both happened to notice the Dave Thomas poster promoting foster care. I looked at my spouse and commented, “What exactly is foster care?”.
We jammed everything we could into our small wagon.What we couldn’t fit, we left by the side of the dirt road. As we drove through town and onto route 66 I knew this might be the last time we ever drive through this part of the country for a long time. Then, it hit me, where would we live? Will we live in one of those camps that my cousin Jenny wrote me about?I had so many questions about California, I didn’t know where to begin. Finally, after nearly 2 weeks of driving we arrived in California.In the beggining, work was hard.
Sun beaming through the window hitting me right in the face, I was tired of just lying in bed this is not what I called fun. It was the last weekend of a long break and I was so upset with myself for letting it all go to waste. I was going to make sure this weekend was the best. Thinking of all the things we could possibly do as a family, I quickly remember that was all had season passes to Six Flags, which were also going to waste. I started to convince my parents that we could take a trip to Saint Louis.