Why I Want To Get An Immigrant?

My initial interest in naval service came from the death of my grandfather. I never truly understood his service to my country because I was too young comprehend, but as I learned of his heroic contributions, I got a burning desire to want to serve as well. My grandfather had fought in WWII as an anti-aircraft gunner in the Philippines alongside the US Navy. He just barely took down an enemy ZERO before it came in on a strafing run on his base. When I became aware of his military history I was astounded and my grandfather instantly became one of the greatest influences in my desire to serve. He stood out to me as someone with honor, duty, and loyalty and never backed down from a challenge. He loved his country and risked everything for it and

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

I need you home now.” This was my wakeup call and I knew that I had to hurry home. “I’m coming home now mom. I’ll be there in a bit. Everything is going to be alright.” Keeping my composure I went to the NHS president and told her that I had a family emergency and that I had to go. For some reason she was giving me a hard time about it but after seeing my eyes she asked if everything was alright. I just said I had to go and she finally let me go without asking anything further of me. I darted out of the cafeteria doors taking a right on the first floor hall way on the east side of the building and then a left I went through one of the schools entrances on 59th court. I live on the same street as the school just three miles away. At that moment I felt stranded. I did not have my “proper gear” to run it as fast as I could and at the time for some reason I did not bring my car to school. However, I knew I had to get home fast so I took off. As the cars passed me I lost myself in my head. I was not crying or even sad. I was unsure of how I should react. Then the thoughts of what if I never get to talk to him again ran through my head. That is when the tears started to pour down my cheeks as I continued to pant.

I sat on the stairs with tears streaming down my face. I look up, sobbing as I wipe the snot from my nose. “This is goodbye for now, but I promise I will see you soon”, my dad had said as he held me. I grabbed onto my dad’s shirt as he tried to put me back down on the stairs and I felt as if my whole world came crashing down. Growing up with divorced parents was a challenge, but it has changed me drastically and for the better. I had to take care of my younger brother during the divorce, which made our relationship stronger and would mature me more than I would ever actually realize.

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

This may be another “ immigrant essay” but I am an immigrant and I don’t have a talent or anything else that makes me stand out from the crowd other than that. When I was younger never thought about the chance of living a country like the United States. It never occurred to me that I would be able to live in a place I only saw in movies, in a place where trash wasn't laying around everywhere I went to, in a place where I didn't have to use public transportation, in a place without hundreds of stray dogs or in a place full of opportunities.

I stand here today, to talk to the esteemed and prominent legislators of the United States Congress about those whose voices are often drowned out by the politics of their situation. As a diverse population in educational background, socioeconomic level, and nationality, there is no one-size-fits-all when it comes to those who have immigrated to the United States’. Understanding this eliminates the need for false and harsh assumptions that only create a greater gap between our communities. Having grown up in a community made up of immigrants from every corner of Latin America, I can testify to the work ethic and integrity of the people who shaped me into the person I am today.

As I sat inside of a diminutive coffee shop on Flatbush Avenue, in the vast borough of Brooklyn, the thought of my homeland I could not parry. My childhood was filled with the sound of beautiful arias echoing with the wind. Alas, everything that shines shall tarnish with every strike of the hour. Though many may look upon my people with a sardonic perspective, I simply avoid their gaze and remind myself that I never will reach the state of incongruity. I was regarded by many as a bright, young prospect previously… I shall not allow my identity to shatter… I am an immigrant whom someday will own this city.

I am a veteran, I served the United States Air Force for 14 great and honorable years. I was a combat medic and I loved my job to the fullest. Now, the only thing people see after an interview that I am qualified for, is that I have a felony conviction. I take responsibility for what I did and I regret hurting anyone. For 14 years I helped heal people, not hurt them. I want to tell you a brief overview about my life because I want to ask for a Governors pardon or an exoneration.

I was born in Kerala, India and was raised in Chicago, IL. I came to America at the age of three hoping for a better future. My father came to America first, and he lived with my Aunt who had three sons. After two years my father saved enough money to bring my mom, sister, and I to the US. During this time he would work as a dishwasher at a nursing home to support my family. After a month of living with my Aunty and her kids my dad found an apartment to rent. Eventually, we moved into a tiny one-bedroom apartment with my family. That was the hardest time period for me due to language barriers. My sister and I started to learn English. However, my parents were struggling to learn a new language so we would have to go everywhere with them to translate. Another, difficulty that we faced was financial issues. At that time we were making ends-meet and we were scraping every penny that we got. Afterwards, my mom got her CNA license she started working two jobs when I was only four years old. Even till this day she is still working two jobs to support the

There I was 5 years old, sitting in the big tan paisley chair next to my parents bed, eating pretzels like they were running out. And watching mickey on the television. Out of nowhere my parents started verbally fighting. I look over at them in terror because I had never seen them fight about something before. As the conversation went on I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room filled with loud yelling. I got up out of the chair started walking toward the door on the other side of the room. My dad grabbed the silver lamp and threw it against the footboard of my parents bed. It shattered into a million pieces. My mom had started crying. I could not take all of the pain and sadness in the room. I dashed right out of there room all the way

When you turn 16, the first thing you think about is driving. This is a big step in life, not having to wait around for your parents, going wherever, whenever. The first step in getting your drivers license, is going for your learners permit, and I was really excited when I went to the DMV. I felt that I was prepared well enough to pass, and to only be at the last question I failed my permit test.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.