The Importance Of A Quality Trait That I Value Is Hard Work

It has been 11 years since we have arrived to Los Angeles, California. I can still remember the feeling of when my father had said to us that he we would be moving to a far place to try to find better jobs for my mother and him because with the two jobs my father had and the washing and ironing of other peoples clothes my mom did was not bringing enough money to support my sisters and me and did they wanted to provide a better life for my sisters and me. Mexico was such a poor country that my parents could not see themselves make enough money to support my sisters and me, let alone see us get a better education. So my parents decide to migrate to the United States with one of my mother’s brother. We arrived in Los Angeles, California on

Perseverance. I believe that a strong core value for not only for me but also for my family is perseverance. I first experienced perseverance when I was in first grade. I come from a hispanic family meaning that spanish is our primary language. Neither of my parents knew any english and in first grade I started to get homework, which was entirely in english. I personally was not good at english either, so both my parents and I did not know how to speak the language. Consequently, I was not doing well in school as I would not get my work done and I would have a hard time understanding. When my dad saw that I was struggling he decided to learn english so that he could help me.

I all started in fifth grade when I was hospitalized on to find out I have Sickle Cell Anemia. The worst part of it all was then the doctors prevented me from doing what I loved to do most, playing basketball. Being told that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my favorite past time was like telling a fish not to swim. The season had just started but luckily for me my doctor decided to let me finish.

My parents always wanted to give their children the life they never had. I am Mexican-American, both of my parents immigrated from Mexico to the U.S. before I was born. I have numerous relatives, including my older sister, who do not have the same opportunities I have to achieve success because they are undocumented. For them, college was only a dream that could never be attained. Being the first U.S. citizen out of my entire family affected the way I thought about life. It was expected that I would attend college because I was the only one who had access to all the resources granted to American citizens. Although, I agreed with my family, the pressure to succeed and be a role model to my younger siblings was overwhelming.

Leaving home at the age of 18, loving on my own, figuring how to become an adult, and moving out to college, there were many things being thrown at me in which I was not fully prepared for them. Moving out at 18 is normal for any high school graduate in The United States. Being a Mexican American women it was more than just the net step to life , but a huge accomplishment. Being ascribed into a poor family increased the desire to move forward. My parents did not want me to follow their footsteps into the world of low waged labor, they wanted more. Growing up all I heard from teachers and family members was to go to college. For many it’s the normal thing for a high school graduate to do. For me it was more than socialization it was the path

“Mom, will I ever be treated as a regular person? When will I be like the others without people look at me in a strange way and make fun of me, when mom? When?” Those were the questions I did to my mom almost every day after getting home from school. Fourteen years ago that my parents brought me to this country offering a better life with better opportunities than where I was born. I was seven years old when came to the United States, but I still remember the happiness I felt when I first step in this country. Throughout the years, I have realize that not everything is easy and simple as I imagined. My parents worked in the fields because of the lack of a social security and not knowing how to speak English. Many Americans do not know how hard it is the life of an immigrant, they should have a consideration for us and not just blame us for the deviance of the United States.

I grew up in a small town in the state of Michoacan, Mexico until a few weeks after my seventh birthday. In 2001, after six years since my father petitioned to have us come to the United States with him and finally he had received a letter from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services that his request had been approved. Being of that age, I was my mother’s companion everywhere, however, all I could grasp from those conversations was that we were going to the United States. I don 't think any of us knew what this meant or to what extent this would change our lives, not even my parents whom I thought knew it all.

I graduated high school from Los Angeles Technology Center. My teacher thought I was going to drop out for being the first generation of immigrants enrolled in high school. They assumed my last stop of education would be attending continuation school. I was receiving many negative comments mostly stereotypes from my teacher, classmates and administrators. I did not know how to deal with it and had no psychological help. My counselor told me there was no point in being in continuation school. My classmates would tell me I was going to have a lot of kids and live on welfare. Negative comments like these brought my self esteem down. I was able to prove them wrong and graduated high school and said the pledge of allegiance.

There are many character traits that make someone successful in life. Some traits you are born with, other traits are mindsets. There are a few character traits that coaches, teachers, bosses, or any other significant figure looks for in particular. One of the most important character traits is a hard-working attitude. You aren’t born with a hard-working attitude. It is a mindset. You may not be the best employee, but an employer will be more willing to work with someone that works hard than someone that can do the job but is lazy. Although I am not the best at everything, I give 100% effort in everything that I do and believe that working hard is the most important trait a person can possess.

Eighth grade was a difficult year for me, because I had a lot going on. I took my first high school class, which was Algebra I. This required more work outside of class than I was used to. On top of this, I took my other classes, which were also challenging at the time. As if this were not enough, I was involved in sports during every season. It was difficult to balance my time when I was this young, but I finally got used to it. Just when I thought things were going smoothly, I became ill with E. Coli 0157.

Whenever I would be diagnosed with something, I had to know what it was. I would ask my mom what it was and what it did to the body and she would look it up. As I got older, I would research it myself. I was hospitalized at the age of seven and thirteen. At age seven, I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. It has had its literal ups and downs, but I manage to the best of my abilities. I say this because doctors without diabetes do not understand the feeling; they just know it by the book and expect you to have perfect numbers. I have had a couple

My grandmother was diagnosed with tuberculosis when I was six years old, her prolonged struggle with the vicious disease and inadequate medical care, left me with many unanswered questions about health care. Subsequently, the more I sought out to learn about her disease the more I was compelled and inspired to do more for other facing similar challenges.

At least in my life, I know that I value the work I do over the work that others do. For example, this past summer, I stained my wood deck on the back of my house. Although it took a decent amount of time to complete, I had gotten the job done. Now, whenever I go onto my deck, I always think about how I was the one who got the job done, as opposed to someone else.

When I was in my early teens, I went on a mission trip with my church to a border town in Mexico. You could say it was a successful trip, really rather uneventful. It was not until several months later, after I had to get a routine Tuberculosis test for school in the form of a shot, that I came to find out that I had been exposed to Tuberculosis while in Mexico. I remember having to go to the health department and being interviewed on my recent travels. They told me that I was exposed to Tuberculosis and that my body had it under control for now. They also told me that I was to never get another Tuberculosis shot test again. From now on I would have to get an X-Ray to test for Tuberculosis. I don’t remember, but my parents tell me that I

1.)I have been working since I was about 17, and as of now I have held multiple different positions, in various institutions. Each of these positions required a different set of skills and attributes, nevertheless they all required the same dedication and focus. I have always been one to show up and complete with my daily tasks, however there is a specific situation that I recall that required me to step up and do more than I was required to.