Guatemala is where I was born, land of many trees, thats where I grew up surrounded in nature until I was six when my mom and I immigrated to the U.S to reunite with my father. When I was growing up in I was always an adventurous girl seeking new things to do. Today I continue to be this curious girl who likes to discover and try new things. I was stuck as the only child for ten years and I would always see my parents argue and being the only child, then I did not have someone whom I ran to for help and was stuck in the middle of everything. It came to the point where my parents were going to divorce, but thankfully they did not but they kept on having disagreements. I lost the value of myself, not knowing who I was where I was headed and I never had the gut to to tell my parents what I was feeling, but when I did they never knew what to do and that just made me feel alone and became a self centered …show more content…
Running has always been that sport that I took advantage of to let everything go and to use it to express my anger and to strengthen my mind to keep fighting through the hard times. I wasn’t confident in who I was and when someone asked me who I am, it would take me awhile to really analyze who I really was, what makes me, me. But, the problem wasn’t that I did not know, the problem was that I was not confident in who I am, I had a negative mindset of myself since no one expected anything good from me and I took it to heart. Realizing that I had to heal from the feelings that I was feeling, it was as if I hated and loved myself, I would lift myself up and at the same time put myself down. I was experiencing many things that I just wrote them down, and soon I wrote lyrics everytime I felt sad or happy I sang, improvised and just wrote them down on paper. I also started to use art as a form to express myself through those feelings specifically
Growing up Haitian, it’s the cultural norm for the parents to depend on the oldest to care for the youngest and household needs. At the young age of eight years old, my parents taught me responsibility and how to humble myself. They depended on me while they both worked long hours, my mother as a Certified Nursing Assistant and my father as a truck driver. When my parents were growing up in Haiti, they were the lucky ones to have the opportunity of going to school to gain an education. Haiti is a poor country and poverty is at an all-time high still to this day. So my parents strived to live the American dream and moved from Haiti to Miami and planted within my brother and me the seed to dream big and make a difference. Thanks to my family
Guatemala’s culture is a unique product of Native American ways and a strong Spanish colonial heritage. About half of Guatemala’s population is mestizo (known in Guatemala as ladino), people of mixed European and indigenous ancestry. Ladino culture is dominant in urban areas, and is heavily influenced by European and North American trends. Unlike many Latin American countries, Guatemala still has a large indigenous population, the Maya, which has retained a distinct identity. Deeply rooted in the rural highlands of Guatemala, many indigenous people speak a Mayan language, follow traditional religious and village customs, and continue a rich tradition in textiles and other crafts. The two cultures have made Guatemala a complex society that is deeply divided between rich and poor. This division has produced much of the tension and violence that have marked Guatemala’s history (Guatemalan Culture and History).
I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
As my father and I finally fit the statue of the little Virgin Mary in the back of the car, it was time to get on the road. I could already taste the guavas from my great grandfather’s ranch. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The smell of my aunt’s cooking. Hearing the excitement of my great grandmother’s voice. I wanted to be there already, be in the beautiful country of Mexico. My thoughts wandered as we left my house. How much welcome, love, and the sadness of leaving was going to happen. It was too soon to find out.
Guatemala is the land of Eternal Springs and the home of the richly cultured and
Guatemala’s staple food is the beloved tamales plus the have a wide variety of exotic fruits and vegetables. Because of its Mayan influence, the dress that is worn is brightly colored and varies among the different regions of Guatemala. This makes it very easy to spot a person’s home town. The people of Guatemala are very proud of their ancestry, and they show it in everyday life. Guatemala is truly an astounding country that is a glimpse into the past while it moves to the
As a Haitian immigrant, my parents and I would spend our family vacations in our hometown of Port-au- Prince, Haiti. I would enjoy participating in family activities such as card games, cooking, and just the quality time that we spent together. We could play these games and laugh amongst each other for hours, without a care in the world merely telling jokes and listening to the elder parables. Amongst my family I felt untouchable. Like a tree in the wind, my only cares were that of the breeze and the beauty of my foundation. In the sway of the wind I was overcome with a sense of peace.
My experience in Guatemala was one of a kind. I remember it vividly and to the last detail. I traveled with my two older sisters, Rebeca and Jennifer. We traveled in the summer time June 2016. We arrived and met up with some of my family that lives there. The things I remember the most from the trip were the sights, the people and their culture. It was a shock on my entire body when I arrived everything felt like it was completely different
My Mexican culture will forever define who I am and what I do. Culture influences the majority of peoples lives. It can be represented and impactful in a number of ways. Each culture is unique to each individual, which means there are no two cultures that are exactly the same. Culture has a very different meaning for everyone. My culture is represented in food, language, and traditions.
Pandora begins to wake up, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable floor. Wait, what? Her blue eyes fly open when she remembers what happened yesterday. There she was, laying on the dirty floor. She stumbles as she sits up, realizing that her pale leg was chained to the brick wall. She was just in her underwear which was now filthy with grime. The door creaks open as light fill the dim room and footsteps get louder as the person walks down the never ending staircase. There he stood, with a wicked grin on his handsome face. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light as he stared at me.
For example, one emotion I felt was excited. I never thought I would break for a long touchdown that was eighty yards. Just when I was running, I seen the people that told me I could never do something amazing like this. I doubted myself for so long, telling myself that I could do it and prove to people that I could do it. When running I seen a glimpse of my past going back when I was a little kid just turning eleven and did not even know how to tackle and was scared to play football. Something that people did not know was that I was contacting college coaches so they could look at me, but they all said the same thing. They said I was not fast enough or not truly a play maker running. I took it to heart and worked my butt of to get to the level that I needed to be
I devoted so much time and effort into that sport and to stop playing seriously like this was heart breaking. I listened to all my family and friends about how fast I was and decided to try out track. I knew that I wouldn’t hurt by doing this and I didn’t want to stop playing sports. I always thought how track would be a sport where if you have natural talent, you will be good. I decided to give it a go and after running over a mile in the first practice I was a little reluctant to keep going. I couldn’t keep running all these long distances when I’m not in shape for it. I kept telling myself this so I would just keep pushing through it. My mind was in a million places questioning if I should have just stuck with playing basketball even though I didn’t find it was fun as it used to be. So, after a few months of hard training and practice, I stuck with track. My coach, my family and my friends all persuaded me to do it because they thought I would do good and strive throughout the season. This was a hard change for
To me, ‘Everything in life happens for a reason;” it was basically my job to figure out why. And when running dropped into my life, seemingly in the form of the ultimate epiphany, it simply allowed “the loneliness of the long distance runner” aspect of my psyche to emerge, flourish, and, in the process, further develop that introspectiveness. Embedded within the thousands of miles I‘ve run, a multitude of life lessons and philosophies materialized and were incorporated into the basic foundation of what made me, me.
Every time I ran away from my life’s purpose and from God. He showed me through my mistakes why I needed Him. He is my shining light in tough times and in the best of times because I know I would not be who I am without Him. Rihanna’s is a song says "I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive, I Came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise, to fly, to fly.” (Rihanna) The song came out around 2010 during which time I ran cross country in middle school and high school. The lyrics and the theme of the song went along with trying to run my best over and over again. All of my races became a competition with my mind pushing my body to beat my personal record. I started training two times a day to get better and my sophomore year I ran on the varsity team and ran three point five miles in under twenty-five minutes.
Mexico, Oaxaca the two words that come to my mind. I was seven years old, when I over heard my parents talking at the dining table. Conversating about going to Mexico with the family. I crawl slowly tours them from the hall way and jump " we going to Mexico!! ' my heart beating faster then a race car. I never been to Mexico, especially Oaxaca. I 've only have heard storys of my parents home land and seen