Rio Piedras: Selma And Edgar Rodriguez

I was born on October 4th, 2000. I am Mexican American because I was born here in Dallas Texas but my parents were born in Mexico. According to my parents I was a small, healthy baby who weighed 6 pounds. When I was little my dad said that he would always video tape me. One time according to my dad, I was crawling around the floor and I put something in my mouth, then he asked me to give it to him and it was a fly! I get so embarrassed when he tells that story.

On September 4, 1999, I was born in Victoria Jubilee hospital in Kingston, Jamaica. My family comes from the inner city of a country that is poverty stricken, politically corrupt, with an excessive murder rate. Despite the many flaws, I was taught to love my culture and respect others. My family came to America to have a better opportunity in life.

I was born May, 30th 1989 at Wadley Medical in Texarkana, Ar. I was born to Kym Crispino from Queens, NY and William Lee of Hot Springs, Ar. My parents were young when they had me. We were very poor at times, but they always made sure I had what I needed. I was an only child, but grew up around plenty of cousins. I have lived in Texarkana my entire life. My parents split up when I was twelve, and my mother and I moved out into the country on a dead-end street with no children in the area, I became very sheltered and a little socially awkward.

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

My life as Adriana Torres started on June 15, 2001. It was kind of odd because when i was born my parents said i was born exactly at the time of 6:15 am. They thought it was a coincidence that my birthday is 6.15.01 and i was born at 6:15 am. My name Adriana, came from the spanish origin. I was born in Dallas, Texas, which is also where i have been growing up. I am hispanic. In my family there are 5 other people not including me, which are my two older brothers and my older sister, then my two parents.

When I look out into the world it does not take long for me to realize that we are all different in a plethora of different ways. We all grow up in many different societies and

Where we are from, our own personal history contributes to who we are. Each of our own stories are unique and make up a part of ourselves. We all have a knowledge of our own, customs, traditions, a family, and a history.

Life in a whole is a huge story. There are hundreds of characters, many different diverging plot lines, and a different interpretation for everyone who comes to know the story. The changes that are made to a plot are what make it interesting. Each character themselves also make it interesting. One of the main things that make these characters interesting is the way that they are different from the others in the story.

The way the story begins is probably the same as others. Obviously you are born and raised somewhere. Well my story began in Worcester Massachusetts. I was born on January 15th, 1995, to wonderful parents who people might think is not your usual mix. My mother is from the Dominican Republic and my father is from Ecuador. Yes, I know, the weirdest mix ever but it brought me into this world, so I'm proud.

On the day of April 21,1999 I was born at the women’s hospital , in Colorado Springs CO. It was around 9:00 a.m. when my mother went into labor and I was then delivered at 2:42 p.m. . I weighed six pounds eight ounces. A healthy baby welcomed into my parents lives.

The beauty of mankind is that we are all unique in countless ways. We are all gifted with our own particular sets of skills, talents and interests. To state the overused cliché, we are all like snowflakes; no two people are exactly alike. I take comfort in the fact that no one can tell me exactly how to live my life solely based on the notion that it’s my life. I am my own person with my own personality, my own set of goals, and my own plans for the future.

I was born at 6:15 November 29th in the year 2002, daughter of Sasha Hollens and Shaun Maynard.

I believe we are more than just ordinary humans living without a purpose. I believe we are stories. I’ve been alive for 16 years. Over the course of my, currently, short life, I have experienced thousands of stories. All the little things in life can be turned into a page of my memory.memoir. In every book;, there is plot, character, conflict, scene, and setting. If you think about it, our lives are kind of like books, and we’re the stories. As we go on with the plot of life we encounter many characters (some relevant and some not), we face many conflicts, we travel across many scenes, and we move throughout copious amounts of settings.

All of us are different, yet all of us are the same. Actually we are more alike than not. It is the unique subtleties that each person holds that we must come to accept as not being wrong, just dissimilar. Every difference we encounter in life is what gives life its flavor. When you get upset or angry at someone because of their actions, thoughts, or beliefs, think of how boringly mundane the world would be if everyone had the exact same personality. In effect, personality would cease to exist if it were to become a

Not one person is like the other. Ranging from different appearances, to morals, to lifestyles people are living dissimilar lives. Interestingly though, these various lives cannot be replicated by anyone else. Every person seen walking down the street has their own story, something that sets them apart from the rest of the millions of people in the world. Whether that is from being faced with different hardships, opportunities or times of change each individual has their own accounts that are unique. However, these individual stories contribute in defining who a person is. Coming from diverse upbringings, cultures, values and goals there are a surplus of traits that influence the individualism of one’s identity. Unfortunately, too often there is failure to listen or recognize that each person has a unique story waiting to be heard. Understanding the way family, ethnic backgrounds, morals and goals mold a person can provide insight to how distinctive each individual is. By taking the time to listen what is important to a person can provide insight to how they identify themself. And in the process unravel a truly extraordinary story.