Personal Narrative: My Life In Honduras

My grandmother was born in Guatemala into a struggling family of seven. In Guatemala, kids are often forced to leave school and start working to help provide for their family´s food and shelter. Similarly, my grandmother was not able to complete her education. Instead, she had to take care of her siblings, providing for their basic needs. As she grew up, she had three kids, including my father, and needed to find a way to give them a better life.

My childhood was very hard. At the age of 17, I was an orphan. My mother was a writer and my father was a minister, author and professor of Latin, Greek and philosophy. My mother died and then, three years later, my father died. I went to live with my aunt. My brothers died and I was heartbroken.

As I stepped out of the airport, followed by my family, I was unprepared for the snowfall and icy pavement that is so commonplace in January in Michigan. If I had thought enough about it, I would have worn winter boots on the plane and maybe brought my puffy white coat to block the wind. Instead, I stood shivering in brand new, pink ballet-flat shoes, while snowflakes filled my eyelashes.

I never had a favorite childhood memory,I never had a very imaginative mindset, all I remember is all the terrible things that has ever happened, may I ask this of you reader have you ever felt alone in a world that simply doesn't understand or why look or do things a certain way? I know I have, we live in a judgmental world we all judge people on how they look and act. Let me ask another question have you ever been put up on a pedestal and when you make mistakes people starts questioning why you didn't succeed or if you did why didn't you do things a certain way? Well enough of the questions, My family has always been the ostentatious gregarious type, they are like a diamond in a coal mine. My story begins around 2007 the year I came to America.

I came from a wonderful and big family, I have seven brothers and sisters. Everyone helps each other whenever we need help, like if I go to College they will support me. I live in a great city called Salinas, CA. Salinas is a great place to live because the big cities are nearby, like San Jose, San Francisco, etc. The weather is awesome in the summer it does not get too hot and during the winter it gets around the 30’s. Also the beaches are near like Monterey or Santa Cruz. Salinas have a lot of fresh vegetables and fruits, in that way we could have a healthy life. Some people might think that Salinas is a gang city where many shootings happen, but it depends in the neighborhood where you live. I went to a great school which is Everett Alvarez

My parents have always raised me to be grateful for what I have. I live in a safe and wealthy town with a superior education system, I have amazing friends and family, a roof over my head, and proper food and clothing.

This question drove me back to high school. I attended a military school back from my home country, Ecuador, we only where surrounded by males. It was not difficult for me to cope, because I was in my comfort zone. However, I moved to New York City 10 years ago and I am still in the process of adaptation. I am still seeking to develop coping skills to adapt to my new environments, work, school, friends. Similar, I wanted to fit in and I seek for people that look, think and come from my same backgrounds. But, I did not give myself the opportunity to look for other friends. I even isolated myself. Once I started to give the chance to other people I got in trouble, because they want to use you, people want to take advantage of you one way or another,

I was born in Glendale, Wisconsin, I lived there for 6 years, me and my family were living in a really quiet neighborhood, I didn’t have friends from that neighborhood, that's where I got my shyness, I didn't go out with anyone only with my family, as a child, I never thought about going out and having fun, in another word I didn't care, my family would always try and take us places, that is why me and my parents are so close, I tell them everything, I never hide anything from them, when I'm annoyed and need someone to talk to I will always go and talk to my mother or father.

“Mangos, mangos, 3 Quetzales !!”. This is the first thing I heard and saw on my trip to Guatemala this past summer. I saw a 9 year old barefoot boy struggling to walk through the busy streets of Guatemala carrying a woven basket that contained ripe and bright orange mangos inside of it. I turned around to my dad and said, “Dad look!! Oh my gosh!! Shouldn’t he be in school?”. My dad always told me about Guatemala and the continuous struggles that he and others faced on a daily basis when he lived there. For the first time I actually saw what my dad talked to about with my very own eyes. What I was seeing was crystal clear and not what I hoped to be a dream.

The national tree of Honduras is the Ocote, commonly known as the Yellow Pine. I found myself surrounded by a forest of these Pines that so closely resemble the Ponderosa Pines from home while traveling to the distant village of La Hoya Grande, Honduras. The similarities in landscape were comforting during my first experience in a third world country. My entire world felt upside down. Every turn elicited a new emotion. Each interaction produced a gnawing desire to become fluent. I so desperately wanted to connect with the patients I helped treat. When I left Honduras I decided that I would return, fluent in Spanish, to provide high quality medicine to these communities once again.

I was born in dominican republic santiago in May 21, 1997. I'm 19 years old. My weight is 132 pound and my height is 5.9 feet. My skin color is dark and my eyes color are black. My favorite color is yellow and my favorite singer is Daddy Yankee. I'm a student from Bronx Community College. My major is Liberal Arts & Biology because I want something related with medicine. Now I was thinking about become a physical therapy or doctor with a specialization in pediatric.

What was the process of my conversion like? I’ll begin with this year, all the way back to my trip in Guatemala. I struggled to understand what belief was and what being a follower of Christ really was. I was trying to understand the faith with my own intelligence, which constantly failed me. On top of that I was living without morals, saying, doing, and thinking whatever I pleased. This all, plus sickness, made my trip to Guatemala very challenging. As the year went on I still tried to live in Christ on my own will, which isn’t living in Christ at all. I would read his word but only some days instead of every day. What I didn’t realize is that I need his word every day. Because this world is evil and unclear, but his word gives ultimate clarity.

Since I came here my whole world change, the education in United State was different place to live and different language too. I had to start from the beginning . Math,science and history were a challenging classes for me, because in Spain were different than United States and the language was different too I used to lived in a city when all my classes were in other language I only used to speak Spanish with my family and some other friends. The most difficult class when I came to West New York was math even that I used to like math but when I came here I started to hate it because the way that I was used to it was wrong here. The problem was that I had to show work and they saw my work they told me that how did I did it that the way was weird and I had to learn that way that they do or they will give me a bad grade so I learned it was difficult but I did it. Science is my favorite class I think that is interesting to learn about it, but in middle school I had to study a lot to pass the class because I did not what were a lot of the vocabulary words. History was difficult but not as much that were math

My name is Sam Kage.I was born in San Fiero.We lived there 10 years.I was with my father, mother, my brothet and my sister.We lived in a small house.My parents were working so hard to feed us and get us the things that we need in our life.One day my family decided to leave San Fiero and move in Los Santos.My parents said they will get more money if they work in Los Santos.So when i turnef 11 years, we moved to Los Santos.We sold out house in San Fiero and bought a new and a bigger one in Los Santos.So my parents and my brother and sister got a job.They were working so hard.I was home alone all day, from 7am to 9pm.So one they my parents told me that we are going to wedding.The other day i got sick so i stayed at home with my brother.My parents

As children, I remember that I saw everything in my life was easy to do, but when the time pass we have more responsibilities and all change. Absually everything change the school, friends, and me. When I was nine I played with my neighbors but when the years pass they move to others places. Even my mom that always was a strong women pass for many changes like the divorce, lose her job and we move to leave with our family. Eventually, she and I come to United State tried to improve our lives. After a few months she comeback to Mexico but I decide stay here. In the beginning was excited because I can do any I want, I have for first time a good job, and nobody tell me what I need to do, but never I see the importance of have close to the family,how