Whole Life Story Of An Immigrant

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

“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 was born on january/31/1919 in Vietnam and immigrated to France. In 1942 I was studying at the university in Nice, where I met a fellow student, Jadwiga Alfabet, a Jewish refugee from Poland. In the summer of 1942 the French police began arresting Jews with foreign nationality. In September 1943 the Germans occupied Nice and all the Italian controlled zones and we were in danger of deportation. I decided to hide not only my wife, but also her relatives. In November 1943 I took a train with a few of my wife's relatives to get them in touch with a smuggler who could take them to Switzerland, I made this trip several

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

Growing up as an immigrant I view the world in a much more different light than most people do. Whenever an opportunity presents itself to me I am willing to put in the effort if I know it will better my life. This trait of resourcefulness originates from my family who, over the years have created a life for themselves out of virtually nothing. I moved to America at the young age of two years old with my father. Though he didn’t have much to begin with, my father decided to move to this country in hopes to lead a better life and follow on the path of the American dream. I vividly recall being in the backseat of our car while my father trained me on the importance of remaining perceptive and hardworking in school and abroad, I remember he would

When I arrived to the United States I faced a challenging situation in my life, I didn’t know English. This challenging as I didn’t know how to communicate with any of my teachers or classmates, and I wasn’t able to do any of my work. Not being able to participate in class upsetted me because in Mexico I was use to doing all my classwork and homework. Therefore, I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to learn English quickly. So, when the my ESL teacher announced to my parents that they were going to have to take to school during the summer, I didn’t mind at all. When I was in summer school I learned a lot of English due to my determination and my hard work. Looking back I wouldn’t do things differently because I know that

My dad teaching me how to drive is a dream. Seeing him come home every night from work is a dream. His attendance at my graduation later this year is a dream.

When my mom told me to pack some clothes I asked her why she told me because we aren't we are going to Wisconsin to be with your family and ice cream with my brother when she told us it will happen in my room and she told us I was reading a book when it started my mom came in you don't me pack some clothes in your back she told me why where are we going mom I told her my mom told me to tell my brother Alex to come inside my room and said Wisconsin and said we're going to Wisconsin to see your dad's family oh yeah going to see my baby cousins next thing that happened we were in the gas station putting gas on the car and getting some chips and sandwiches then we were on the road and we were in Arkansas City my dad told us we were asleep during

When the lands check out and take the crops with it the whole family living off of it was not only out of a job but also a way of life. I can relate to this though my father losing his job and my view on virtually everything being shattered or distorted in some way. When the land dried up and killed the crop is representative of the breadwinner losing their job though some circumstance. I connected this to when the recession was in full swing my father unfortunately was laid off and my mother was left to support our whole family on her retail job. Both the Joads and my family were left down stream without a paddle by some form of unforeseen circumstance. Before my father lost his job i had a view similar to almost every kid that their parents

For the past 18 years of my life I have watched people assiduously walk in and out of my life. Although People coming in and out of your life is a normal thing, There were four people whose departure impacted me the most. To be more specific, my father(s). I have witnessed my mom make several attempts to find the right man would impact both of our lives in a positive way. My mother has been married four times and the same trend continued to repeat, they all left. For a long time I was used to the fact that people coming and going, I would say that i became a realist at a very young age. As i've gotten older I was never able to understand why every single person left, I always thought their reason was me, the typical bratty spoiled kid with

“Freedom isn’t free,” William said. “Freedom and individual responsibility require hard work. Some people are willing to give up their freedom in exchange for nanny state liberalism. That’s where this nation was once heading before we turned things around. Here in this barn right now you have people exercising their freedom to choose to be a part of a community. In Canada, the government makes that choice for you. So, you have to ask yourself, would you rather live free, or supplicate yourself to a system that places no value on the

I do not consider myself nor my family to be any form of the word immigrant. An immigrant is a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country. I would modify the definition and interpolate the word “voluntarily” into the definition. Furthermore, in accordance with the directives of this assignment, I will explain what family history I am aware of to the best of my ability.

I arrived to their house around noon and thought I had everything under control. I later realized that I didn't. I thought they would just watch t.v. the whole time but unfortunately that didn't happen. As soon as their mothers left they were digging into anything and everything they could get their hands on. I got up to clean up one mess to run somewhere else and clean up a new mess for about 30 minutes back and forth. After driving me crazy they soon got hungry, so I made them mac and cheese because everyone loves mac and cheese, right? Nope! None of the kids liked my cooking so I had to prepare an entire new meal, which added to the pile of dishes I had to wash. After they were satisfied with the second meal they went outside to play, while

In the mid-1800s, our country was known as the poorest in the Western World. That meant that we had very few money, so we had to live in a cabin, where we slept in straws on the bare ground and we shared the place with the family's pigs and chickens. Then the blight stroke Ireland and everything diversify.