Essay about My Lifelong Dream Ruined in a Moment

The ground I was sitting on was cold and wet, the ice-cold breeze whipping at my face. The boat was rocking ferociously, and the sea sickness was building up in my stomach. The wind was roaring, and everyone was huddled together to keep warm. I could see a plastic bag floating in the water below. Suddenly, rain started pouring down and the droplets and hail thudded on the hard, wooden deck. The strong wind, rain and sea water leaves me cold and shaky. I clutch my jacket closer to me to keep dry and conserve my body heat. The wind seemed to be getting worse, and the waves were crashing on the side of the boat, bringing seawater onboard. The small plastic bag reminded me of how I felt, alone and discarded. My once clean and silken hair is now ragged, wet and dirty. “I just want to go home” I muttered to myself. Then I remember my mama’s words “We will be together soon darling, and if we’re not, I’ll always be with you.” I curl up into the fetal position and tears start streaming down my face. I don’t know the next time I will see or talk to my mother or my father, but I will always keep them in the back of my mind, so I can continue my journey. “Where are we going?” I ask for the first time, to the person next to me.

It was a beautiful day.I just got home from school, my brother and I walked through the door. We got some special news. That my mom would tell us individually.

How would you feel if someone promised you something, but then changed their mind? If you were told you were safe, but the rug was pulled out from under you? Over a half million teenagers and young adults who illegally immigrated to the United States as minors were recently confronted with this reality. DACA, an act passed during Obama’s term that protected them from deportation, was rescinded by the Trump administration on September 5, 2017. After these people, known as Dreamers, had begun to come out of hiding to legally obtain jobs, attend college, and live without fear of deportation, this rescission suddenly suspended their dreams. Now their future is in the hands of Congress. Although many people would like to eject this group, statistics are in favor of their continuing residence. The Dreamers comprise a diverse and valuable group that deserves to stay in the United States. They are not a threat to the United States, nor a financial burden.

I landed my two feet out of the cruise boat, Carnival Sensation to the deck heading to a wonderful beautiful place, the Bahamas. I realized that this was going to be the trip of a lifetime. The second I stepped off the cruise boat I could feel the blazing hot sun on my back as I thirst for cool refreshing water. It was hundred degrees and I couldn’t wait for the wonderful refreshing dip at the beach.

The sun shone brightly, casting shadows against the passengers boarding the magnificent creation.  I stare up at the gigantic beast, its body a site to behold.  I can’t wait to walk her decks.  Suddenly there 's a tug at my arm. Kitty, our dog kept pulling forward leaving my wife and children behind, excited to board the ship.  My manservant, Mr. Robbins, walks beside me carrying our luggage. As my family splits once we board, Mr. Robbins and I continue to first class. Once arriving at our rooms, C62, 63 and 64, I take a slow, methodical breath, and look to the ceiling contemplating this ride of a lifetime on the Titanic.

The speech “I Have a Dream” was delivered by Martin Luther King on the occasion of the centenary celebrations of Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation on 28th August 1963. The speech was dramatically delivered on the steps of Lincoln Memorial and it was witnessed by about two million people. This speech is often considered to be one of the greatest and notable speeches in history and the top American speech of the 20th century.

As the engine of the dingy began to moan we spotted land ahead. It was Europe. We had made it! On shore there were already people. Hundreds of orange and yellow lifejackets and remains of rubber dinghies littered the beach. People rushed out to help pull the boat in as we drew near. Everyone struggled to get out, impatient to get onto land. Some people kissed the sand and other kissed their family members as they hopped out. This was the beginning of something new. Once I set foot on the sand a mountain of responsibilities would land on me. The realness on it all hit me and a stalled in the boat. I was in charge. I had to not only care for myself but an 11 year old child. I had to take her across Europe. I watched Yara dance on the sand happily and my heart began to quiver with apprehension. How was I meant to get food or shelter for her? I wasn't an adult; I was still practically a child myself. Mama and Papa just threw me into the deep end and expect me to swim. How could they do this to me? We should have stayed together and waited until we could all afford to go. Anger had replace the apprehension until I pictured Mama's heartbroken face again. I thought about Mama and Papa stuck in Turkey dying to leave and I was overwhelmed with guilt. They had given everything for our futures so I had to make sure we did something with them. Silently I looked up to the pale

Three years had passed, most of which was a blur. I held on to every dollar that I stole; never spending it since I was so paranoid that it would somehow trace back to me. I resumed working as a waitress

It was a crisp and cool morning. There was a fresh layer of shimmering dew over the bright green grass. The air was refreshing when she breathed it in and stepped into the early morning air. There were birds singing in the trees, and she could feel the earth come to life when the bright sun rose from beyond the trees. This was a day of travel and adventure. She had packed her suitcase to the brim with a foray of multicolored clothes, and she was ready to begin her long trip. Knowing she might be late, she got in her smooth running navy blue Lexus and began her trip to the large and buzzing with life airport. She was excited, because to fly is one of the most exciting yet sobering experiences one could witness firsthand.

In A Raisin in the Sun, a play by Lorraine Hansberry, all the characters in the Younger family have experienced the hardship that most African-Americans faced, during the 1950s, in the Southside Chicago ghetto. The Youngers had simple desires for decent jobs and a home of their own and hoped to achieve these dreams. However, they have had to put off their dreams because of the struggle of life for them. This left no exception to the Younger family, but Beneatha Younger was an exception. She was on her way to becoming a doctor which was her lifelong dream. By the end of the play, Beneatha learned about real risk and work and accepted it therefore achieving her dream. She was born poor and in a struggling family. Her dreams were always very

As I walk off the plane and onto the lot, all I see is beauty. “I’m so glad you guys are finally here to see Italy,” my mother says with excitement. Of course, I was so overjoyed when I arrived, all I thought about was visiting Virginia (my Nonna’s cousin).

February 15 was the day I stepped on the “Serenade of the Seas” cruise ship with my best friend Melanie. We walked on board, immediately smelled the saltiness of the ocean, and knew this trip was going to be special. Once we got settled in, we decided to walk around and check out

Life can be brutal. One moment we are relaxing on our back porch, and the next we are on our way to the hospital. Bad things happen all the time, but we can never be fully prepared for them. My mom had been feeling sick for a while but we all assumed something minor. We never expected a relentless fight for my mother’s life from one of the deadliest diseases of this world. I received the call, sitting in the driver’s seat of my grandmother’s car on my way to buy an outfit for an interview I had. I can remember every little detail of that day. “Your mom has Leukemia.” It sounded like the most bizarre sentence at the time. We learned that she would need to be transported down to Indianapolis for extensive treatment as soon as possible. We didn’t know what to expect, but we knew it

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

As we sat in the waiting area of the Dallas Fort-Worth international airport, eight thousand miles away from India, I asked my mother if it was too late to go back. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered a silent prayer. There was nothing she could say. My parents sat there, wearied by the unfamiliar place. My little brother, oblivious to the huge change we were about to undergo. When I looked at their innocent faces, the lump in my throat grew, but I dared not cry—I knew I would never stop if I started.