In life one has to start at the bottom and rise up to the top. There are going to be struggles along the way, but you will learn from those struggles. It won’t be easy and it will never become any easier, but that doesn’t mean you should give up. My mom and dad both grew up with a lot of restrictions of what they could do in life. Culture tyranny is a big part of why they couldn’t be as free as I am today. My mother grew up in poverty with no mother or father to give her the love she deserve. But she wasn’t alone, her grandparents were there at her side for a while until one of my grandparents slowly passed away from an unknown illness. My mother was deeply hurt, she felt alone, abandon and she felt lost in this world. Her uncles and aunts where the only ones that could take care of her, but it wasn’t the same as having the love a mother and father gives. I’m very happy that I was able to be part of this amazing family that I have now. Even if there have been some struggles and conflicts along the way. My parents have influenced me, from the bottom of my heart I love them. I was born in a small country name Guatemala on February 26, 1998. I was given birth at home which I thought was funny because throughout my life I have never heard of people being born in their houses except for me and my sister. When I grew older I met new people and learned that I wasn’t the only one born in a weird situation such as I had a friend born in a toilet and another born in a car. My parents
My mother has always had major health issues, going in and out of hospitals all the time, but she wouldn't go down without a fight, and luckily, we still have her here with us. Any mother would want the best for her children, so one day my mom dropped everything in Reynosa and decided to move here, to the United States, in order to give us more opportunities and a real chance to succeed. Therefore, my parents have taught me to be the responsible, strong, and hard working person I am today.
As a child I faced many difficulties that most children at my age would never face, but in order to understand my story you must first understand my background. I was born in Mexico City, Mexico at the age of four my mom made an incredibly important decision that wouldn’t only affect her, but also me as her son. My mom, Rosalia, made the decision to move out of her country that she had grown up in, and the country that I had begun my life in, in order to move to the United States so that her son could not only be with his mother, but also his father. At that age I didn’t think much of it, but today I sit here and respect the decision that my mom made at that time, and appreciate the amount of courage and strength that it took my mother to make
My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all
I grew up watching my mother strive to give me a better life and become a better person. Amongst great difficulty, she decided to finish school and attend university. Her hard work and determination have marked and defined my life. Every day she had to work, then go to university and later take care of me. She excelled in every aspect of her life, teaching me that the impossible is overcome through hard work and
That day I realized I wasn’t as special as I thought I was. I was an accident, a big mistake. I soon realized my mom never graduated from High School and that she could be sent back to Mexico at any moment. My dad, on the other hand, graduated from high school and after I was born he got his associates degree in some type of engineering. My dad’s degree was my families advantage. Even with his degree, my mom is still my idol. She is the toughest person I know. She worked two 8 hour shifts when my dad went to school, she never cared what might happen to her as long as my siblings and I were happy. She walks with honor and pride even when people tried to bring her down, and trust me they tried. They used me as the trigger. I am the reason she never made it to
My parents raised me, their names are Mari and Martin Carrillo, I also have one older his name is Joshua Carrillo. My parents are the reason I am who I am today, They sacrificed so much for me and for my brother, my dad would work all day every day and he would get out of work pretty late. My mom would work during the day and get out at 4 and pick up me and my brother, take us home feed us and then go back to work for another 2 hours and be home by 6. They've always gave up and sacrificed so much for me and my brother to make sure we had food on the table and everything we needed for school and at home.
Since I was a child, my mother would tell me to try my hardest in school. She told me thought thing because as a child, she never had the opportunity to go to school. She only completed up to 4th grade, because her family couldn’t pay the tuition to attend. She would had to wake up at 4oclock in the morning to sell food, to make a living for her family. We were fortunate enough to be able to come to the United States in 2005, but tragedy happens a year later. She received a phone call, saying that my father was in a serious car accident, on the night of Christmas Eve, he passed away. Since then my mother, became a single mother having to support two children by herself in a new country. There
Throughout the seventeen years that I’ve been alive I have witnessed all the sacrifices my parents have gone through ensuring I have a better future than they did. I come from immigrant parents that weren’t fortunate enough to continue studying. I myself was brought into the country when I was two years old so I could build a different path than the one my parents had to take due to financial reasons. Short after, my sister was born my mom got remarkably ill with Diabetes. I would watch in terror as my mother would lay in bed barely able to move. I held her hand, wiped her forehead, with a cool wet towel, and longed she would get all better. Being the oldest in the
I am the way I am because of my father, he drives me to get an education, and he wants me to be better than him. My dad constantly tells me “tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you’re going to be.” This quote means significantly to me because when I was in 6th grade I would hang out with the wrong crowd, later when I was a freshman, I made new friends, better friends, and the ones that push me to strive. My mom is my rock, she struggles sometimes since she raised my brother and I alone, but she always finds a way to get us what we need for school and sports that we play in. I have this picture of my brother, my cousin, and I in front of our house when we first bought it, it’s been 17 years that I’ve been living in it. It may not be the nicest house, but its payed off and I have a roof over my head, to me that’s all that matters. My neighborhood is actually quiet, I have 3 neighbors that are nice people, when we go out of town they watch our house for
My life in California was spiraling out of control. I lost sight of my future, of who I wanted to be and where I wanted to go. I was ready to spend my whole life working at Walmart, barely living pay check to pay check, because of some boy. But my mom saved me. She gave me an ultimatum,
My journey involved not only me but many others. My journey started when my father let our home country to come to the USA, my mom didn’t want to leave so she stayed. I was left with my mom and was lonely and a bit mad at my father. At age 3 my mother left to go to the US to be with my father, I was left with my grandparent. I guess that being without my parents for 5 years changed me a bit; I can recall sometimes feeling lonely seeing how others had their parents with them going to place and enjoying being with them. Most of the time I didn’t really mind being with my grandparents because after all I couldn’t cry about it and if did, I knew that it wasn’t going change anything. Then in 2008 I came to the US, I started going to school and later on noticed that being in a new country didn’t mean that things were going to be well, I realized that no matter where you are in the world you still have to work hard to get to places, I didn’t feel like that at the time. After many things happened, many happy and bad times the journey that I have has made me become aware that one must work hard so that one can become a somebody. I have also learned that most people take things for granted, even
There have been a vast number of lives that have touched mine. Many different people have shared a piece of their soul in my formation. However, it is my mother who is the most important and most influential person in my life. My mother raised me by herself since the day I was born. My father was abusive and she left to make a better life for the both of us. She has worked as many as four jobs at one time. My mother wants to make sure my brothers and I have a better life than she did. It hasn’t always been easy for her, taking care of us on her own, trying to pay bills and making sure we had everything we needed. My mom has always had us involved in sports at a very young age. We always were doing something or involved in something
Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough
As far back as history can be told mankind has struggled between balancing culture, power and politics. Many wars have been fought and many people have placed their lives on the line in order to stand up for what they believe in. The combinations of culture, power and politics have spilled over into the workplace. In today’s business environment individuals have much more to worry about than just completing their assigned tasks. Organizational culture, power and office politics influence day to day operations as well as govern the atmosphere within the organization. The amount of impact that power and politics have in the workplace, directly reflect the organization’s culture formally as well as informally.
Getting to where I am today, was not easy. I had to overcome some obstacles that taught me some life lessons. One of the factors that has contributed to my life choices is my mother. I have a close relationship with my mom. Whenever I have something that is bothering me, I like to