My mother is always working hard to provide all the necessary needs in our house, but she cannot give us things that we want, so I decided to work so I can be able to help her with the bills, and pay for college. That is my first barrier. I am the oldest child, and it is my responsibility to help my mother and siblings even if I have to sacrifice my own time. Thanks to God I am finding a way to have time for work and school. I work with one of my aunts and she is helping me find the best work schedule so I can have time for school, and enjoy myself at least one time per month.
It seemed like she never had time to take care of herself because there were always meetings at school, homework assignments and housework to be done after work. Finally, Samantha decided that she should go to the hospital to have some tests done. Her next door neighbor, Jessie, volunteered to watch the children. Jessie worked as a bingo cashier in Las Vegas, and she already had five children of her own. While an additional three children would make their home cramp, Jessie and her husband figured that it would not be too difficult to handle for just a weekend.
She had to teach us what it meant to be a man and everything it took. My mother taught me to stand up for myself. One of her famous rules was, “If you get into a fight, do not throw the first punch but make sure you throw the last.” This is something a father would normally teach his son so they can stand up to bullies in school. My mother had to teach me this because I did not have a father in my life at the time. My mother also became well known for helping people n jobs such as building, fixing, and repairing
But my mom still struggled a little. During Christmas my mom had to work to get us things. My Grandma knew that she was very sick, yet she still does all she could to get us all the stuff we wanted. I still have never gotten that much stuff I wanted today for Christmas. She died a month later and she left things to all her sisters,brother, and cousins.
Throughout my last two years of high school, I constantly struggled to determine my college and career goals. I always knew that I intended to obtain a career that involved service to others and my community, yet I could never envision a career that captivated my interest. My high school education and applying to college were never crucial concerns to me during the time. During the summer of sophomore year, leading into my junior year, my father had passed away unexpectedly, leaving my mother to raise me and my two younger brothers on her own. Since I am the eldest of my family, I gained more responsibility for my brothers.
Similarly, mom and dad raised me in the way my dad was raised. Frankly, it’s hard to explain the impact my family has on future. I don’t think I would be as confident and ambitious as I am today without them. I am forever in debt to them. I know that they are proud of me; they tell me that every day, but I plan to exceed their hopes and dreams for me because Papa taught me that regardless of my environment I am the product of my choices and the pave maker of my
Either my mom or my dad had to do my medication. When my dad and I were home alone, he would drink most of the time. Since he would drink, he would not be able to do my medication. I remember one time I had to call my mom to have her come home and give me my medication because I was not able to wake up my dad. This was when my mom started regretting having my dad stay
It was my love for my son. Sergeant Tyler Richardson. Tyler had joined the military seven years back, and I hadn’t heard from him since. Normally, a forty-four year old shouldn’t be able to join the military, but due to the lack of soldiers applying, I was able to easily skip the physical and be sent to training. My wife said goodbye, muffling her tears as I drove myself to the military base, my horrific vision getting the job done.
My sister lives on the East Coast due to her husband’s job, but she has come back to continue her education. When she first came back, my niece was only attached to her and would not let her leave her sight. I remember the first few times my sister left her to get a shower, even if we had her in the bedroom next to the shower, she cried the entire time. We tried everything in our power to get her to be quiet but at first it did not work. Within a week however she
A big obstacle in my life was when my parents divorced. I wasn’t like my other sisters who wanted to live with just one parent, I wanted to live with both. I overcame this by just spending one week at a time with one parent and then it worked out. I thought everything was okay until my Mom decided she was going to move to a different town. I did not want to have to choose where to go by just picking one parent over the other so the best thing that I thought that I could do was list all the pros and cons of living with each parent and there was more pros to living with my Dad just because I was already settled in that town so I thought it would be better.
He had a father, a mother, and three sisters. His mother Sarah, and his younger sister Tzipora had the life snuffed out of their bodies slowly because they were not able to work, and therefore unable to live. And then there was his father, Shlomo. His father was his life source. He was Elie’s only reason not to throw himself into the sharp electric wire aligning the walls of the prison they were stuck in.
Being the first generation Asian-Hispanic American, I recognize the importance of being the first in my family in gaining an education. Throughout my youth, I seen my parents work in difficult jobs just to keep food on the table. Especially my mother was an immigrant, arriving to this country at age 16 and her highest education is just a middle school diploma. She struggles in finding jobs due to lack of education, thus she works in jobs that nobody wants such as factories, fields and even traveling across the country as a migrant worker. She would accept any job, no matter how hard it is and how low they pay because she only wants the best for me.
Until his passing last year he still owned his parent’s home in Chicago. He didn’t live there though. He kept it looking nice, but refused to live in it. He told me the house brought up a lot of the negative memories. Up until he got sick he
In comparison, Anne Frank was forced to go into hiding and barely had any food to eat-while my father was lucky to be able to go outdoors and school. Thus, both of them had a meager amount of food to eat and were affected by a war; my father and Anne left their country due to the war that was happening. Anne left Germany to Netherlands in order to elude from Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party, which made the lives of Jewish people harsher. Anne was able to overcome the situation she was in due to her ecstatic attitude; being locked in a basement for two years, she was able to survive and be jubilant day by day. Hence, Anne was able to withstand the situation until she was unluckily taken to a concentration camp.