My Mother Has A Unique Sense Of Humor

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.

One weekend, we had decided to clean out the house to surprise my mother. My father found papers stashed away that revealed theft charges; my mother had stolen medication when she substituted for the nurse in my elementary school. I remember my dad scouring the house for more evidence, even finding a stash of pill bottles under their mattress. She had another court date coming up that he learned about, just a few weeks before a family trip to Disney. Shortly after that hearing, my family took our last vacation as a whole, knowing that a key member would be lost to us the Monday after our return; she was going into work-release for two months. Before the end of those sixty days, my father learned that my mother had been unfaithful. Their marriage ended, and at eleven and nine, my sister and I said what we didn't realize would be goodbye to our mother for a great while. Her drug abuse continued, and months of time would pass between visits. We saw that sweet, ideal mother devolve into an addict. This loss has shaped me greatly, and it has taught me integrity, strength of character, and great love for others; without these things, my mother cost herself her family and

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

Witnessing my mom's strength as a mother and her strong faith in God has made me who I am today. We grew up going to Catholic church there is where we attended the nine o'clock mass every Sunday. We all sat in the front row, so my mom can keep a good eye on us, while she sang in the church chore. We moved from Reedley, Ca to Parlier, Ca when I was eight years old. The City of Parlier is small with mostly Spanish speaking in the community. Peaches, nectarines, and grapes surround the farm labor town. Both my parents grew up working in the fields most of their lives. My dad had up to an 6th grade education and my mom went to high school, dropped out and later returned to school at age forty six years old, receiving her AA degree at Reedley

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

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

Cathy Gernack, also known as my mom, is my hero because she satisfies many of the heroic qualities we discussed in class. She is brave, giving, and determined on a daily basis. She is currently employed as an Intensive Care Neonatal Nurse at Kaiser Permanente here in San Leandro. She was born and raised in Alberta, Canada. After she graduated from High School, she attended the University of Alberta and received her bachelor’s degree. In 1999, she was given an offer to move to Hawaii where she would be working at the Kaiser Permanente hospital in Honolulu. She graciously accepted the offer and brought my dad along with her as they started a new life in another country. On August, 26th 2000, I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. In 2002, my mom, my dad, and I moved to Boise, Idaho where my little brother was born. When I was four, we all moved here to San Leandro and have lived here ever since.

First, my mother, Reina, (the fourth child out of six) was born into poverty in Ajuterique, Comayagua- Honduras. She was diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of three from eating contaminated pork. However, as a young child, about the age of 6, she was forced to work in order to help her mother support the business and family affairs, thus education and work came hand in hand, and both things had to get done every day with no excuses. She would have to go door to door and sell merchandise consisting of meat, tamales, chicharones, milk products such as: cheese, sour cream, etc. and much more. Moreover, her days would begin at 3 AM to help in the house, get ready for school, and then go to work. My mother would not come home until she sold mostly all of her items making her days long and tiring. Due to the way of life and customs she lived in Honduras, she decided on taking a different course in her life when the opportunity became available. She wanted to prosper, have more, and become a better person.

Personal Statement Fourteen and homeless is where I found myself four years ago. My mother (a hard working single parent of two.) set sights for a better living situation in the big apple. Unfortunately with one suitcase, no money and two young children the only choice for my mother was to seek refuge in a homeless shelter. Contrary to popular belief, that growing up homeless could potentially harm a child, it has had a positive impact on my life while being a reminder of the humble beginnings I came from. Growing up homeless assisted in building my character, a blood thirsty determination to achieve, and self awareness.

My mother has sacrificed a lot through the years. She has tirelessly worked to raise nine children. She has balanced work, life and family with perfection. There are times when others are selfish but my mother doesn’t have one selfish bone in her body. She is the type of person that would give you the shirt off

The high point in my grandmother’s life besides her kids being born, was finding her faith and Jesus. Around the age of 50, her neighbor in the Bronx had been insisting her to visit her local church. While she had gone to church when she was younger, it was not a priority. When Fela said yes, she described it was the best decision of her life and she has not looked back. To her, the Lord has brought her peace and allowed her to meet people which she considers part of her family. With the help of her new-found brothers and sisters in Christ, she learned to read and write at a basic level. While my grandmother cannot write a book, she can handle the basic task like sending her kids birthday cards.

My mother is the most enthusiastic, sagacious, and curious minded person I know. She follows her dream despite what other people say, or how long it might take. In order to continue being a doctor, my mom had to redo her residency and her fellowship in the U.S. That takes enormous sacrifice, and on top of that, she is a single mother of a 14-year-old kid. I admire her for this because any day she could go to back to Mexico and still be a doctor without redoing anything, but she chooses to stay in the U.S. so we can be in a safer environment. Most children inherit physical traits from their parents, but what I inherited from my mom is something that cannot be learned. A hunger for knowledge, a curious mind, and a craving for success. Thanks

Her ability to cope with life’s struggles has influenced me to become like her – unwavering and assiduous. Foremost, I highly respect my mother for she remains resilient against life’s challenges, such as raising two children on her own and for enduring the hardships associated with being a woman.

From an early age I learned that our very best is often brought to action when we willingly take on challenges and persevere with grace through trying times. As a widowed, single mother, my mom strove for excellence in every area of her life in order to put food on the table for her children. She studied to be a nurse, quickly rose in to administration, became the first in our family to obtain a Masters in Business Administration (MBA), and earned a seat as a director for an international healthcare organization. Her determination and positive spirit served as a great example and sparked a passionate drive in my life to help others while striving for greatness.

The third aspect I admire in my mother is her generosity. She is always buying things for others. We aren’t a rich family by any means, but she is always giving. Just a few weeks ago my mother’s friend was talking about not being able to afford a new winter coat for her son. That night my mother went out and bought him one. Then about a month ago my mother heard about a woman who is a recovering drug addict.