Moving to Dominican Republic as a young American came with many challenges. One of the main challenges was crime; crime is one of the biggest problems for tourist. I moved to the Dominican Republic at the age of 11 with my parents. I was in middle school when I had my first close encounter with crime during the summer, a week right before school started. I was robbed by two assailants, one on a motorcycle and the other man was walking.
ESSAY # 2 10/04/2017 Rough draft COMPARE AND CONTRAST MY LIFE BEFORE IN CUBA AND NOW IN MIAMI. My life before I came this country was in Cuba. But I decided to come for a better future for me, and my family.
I had the grand honor of being born into a culturally diverse family. Although Dominican culture dominates our customs, we are 25% Middle Eastern from Lebanon, and 25% Spanish from Barcelona, Spain. The cultures have all laced into each other in such a way that I find it utterly ordinary to eat Arabic food while listening to Dominican music while serving Spanish desserts. My parents came to America at around the age that I am now, met each other, and my mom had my first sister at 18 while my father was 22. My mom went back to high school to finish her GED while my father enrolled in an institution that he never got around to finishing because his english was not well.
I have always felt that there is a difference between a house and your home because a house is where you live, but your home is where you feel that you are connected to your loved ones. Your home is where you breathe and all you feel is peace. My entire life I have been adapting to new environments, which makes me feel comfortable about leaving for college, meeting new people and studying the career that I have always had a passion for. At the age of 6 my parents decided to move to the Dominican Republic, which I considered to be a different world.
A day after Christmas, two years ago, my mom and I set out on an adventure to Nicaragua. We went with a group from our church, led by my mom. Our church supports two missionaries in Bluefields, Nicaragua so that’s how we decided to go to Nicaragua. Going down to Nicaragua was a dream for a lot of people in my church, including me, so we were heading down there quickly. The first day there we spent getting to know our host.
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona.
Although my family had to make many sacrifices by moving to Guatemala for over a year, the sacrifices were temporary and definitely worth it. it was only one of eight moves but this one in particular is closest to me, it was an experience that I’ll never forget. I met a lot of amazing people and saw amazing things. Don’t let the fear of making sacrifices hold you back from taking your own adventure.
Imagine life in four walls: no dining room, no bedroom, just the kitchen and a shared room for three. To go to the bathroom or kitchen, it had to cross the courtyard. That was my house. I was born in the Dominican Republic and I lived with my grandmother and my sister who is two years older than me. That one room was where we ate, slept and lived.
The pursuit of social justice is a core social work value. Social workers advocate social justice for equality by participating in activities that are injustices. Every person is an individual that has many identities. Social justices issues is on social group identities, or socialization which is the way people are categorized in a society based in their characteristics, such as race, gender, religion, age, and social economic class. Everyone should have equal opportunities and values with respect.
Why do some people struggle more than others? A question that I have wondered most of my life. As a child, I was raised in a Puerto Rican household while attending predominantly white catholic schools. My parents intentionally and directly tried to remove all barriers to my success. From my white-sounding name, catholic schools, to accent training my parents immersed me in a culture much different than our Puerto-Rican heritage.
People always told me that money can’t buy happiness, but I never truly experienced what that meant until I met the people of Honduras. The country and the people had an impact on me and on how I see the world. In my interactions with the people and culture of Honduras, among some very challenging living conditions, I was inspired by their love of family, welcoming attitude, and joy of life. For me, Honduras was like a mirror for me to look in and see my own life compared to the Hondurans’. If I brought back one thing with me, it was the desire to be like them in how I face life, love family and friends, and be filled with joy.