It is indeed true that the finer things in life are free, but what most people fall short to notice is that the greater things in life, however, come with an enormous amount of sacrifice, hardship, persistence, hard work, and determination. Everybody takes advantage of the finer things, after all, they are free and easy! Not everyone, however, takes advantage the greatest things life has to offer. I do not blame them, in all simplicity, It is extremely easy to be indolent. Why put elbow grease in one, when the other is easy? I will tell you why. This is a story of hard work, sacrifice, devastation, confidence, hopelessness, perseverance, and determination. My name is Maria de Los Angeles Delaz, and this is my story.
I was a regular teenaged girl, most people who know me have said I have lived a very sheltered life, that I was living in a lavish glass bubble were the world was great and dandy. My family was perfect, Mom and Dad were childhood sweethearts back in Cuba. They lived next door to each another, they went to school together, they married, had me and moved to Madrid, Spain; where my Mother’s family were waiting for us with arms wide open. Four years later my sister Aida arrived, and two years after, my little brother Alfredo came into the world. We came to California with the great “American Dream” in mind. Higher education for us, stability in the work field, and freedom. Both of my parents worked from home, and when high school came around for me, I was pulled out of LAUSD and started home studying. We were a very tight kneaded family. Everyone knew what the other was doing, we ate all three meals together, watched the same shows, and even had a family night, where monopoly was a family must have. Everything was sup...
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...ing what her heart told her was right for her. A Maria that was living life to it’s fullest. A Maria that would soon help people and be proud to let everyone know Western Washington University helped her obtain her happiness, helped her fulfill her lifelong dream.
Why Western? Some people may answer because of the gorgeous campus and it’s amazing surroundings. Others may say, because it’s close border to Canada and the ethnicity variation between USA and Canada would be something I would love to experience. What is my answer? Because I know that Western Washington University is the key to my success. I know that Western Washington will help me grow to my full potential, I know that I will achieve my dream of becoming a doctor and I want Western to be the one I thank. I have been a diamond in the rough for too long, Western will polish me. It is my time to shine.
will to live shine through. She knew that her parents would one day graduate, get married,...
To read a story that deals with this theme makes us realize that it is not everyone that can accomplish what they really want in their
It may seem like some people have an easy life but that's not the truth. Life, as you know, has many challenges and obstacles. Some are small like missing the bus and some are more serious like the death of a loved one. The books Fahrenheit 451, Of Mice and Men, and Romeo and Juliet are great novels that show that everybody has struggles within their life.
Rather than focusing on what I don’t have and lack, I will try to appreciate what I do have. I will try to approach the life with an open mindset and not with a victimized mindset. I also want to be able to experience the peace that Liz Murray mentioned of not having to worry about always receiving more than giving. I do not want to surround myself with a restless mentality of counting things I could have and the things I do not have. Cynicism will definitely get the best of people and I do not want to live in a world where everybody scrambles around trying to chase down a materialistic lifestyle while having no concern about others. Liz Murray has taught me to embrace the notion of community in addition to improving oneself. English was a second language for me and without the help of the precious individuals who I have met along my journey I would not been able to write this essay today. A person simply does not live by himself, but also with other individuals within a community. If we feel the need to improve the quality of our lives, we also have the responsibility to look out for those who are not capable of doing it
In her life, she has overcame obstacles that most people in life most likely would not overcome such as rape, abuse, and even losing her daughter on Christmas Day. Despite of all she has gone through in her life, she is determine to help people to their lives better.
At the age of two my parents made the long and devastating journey to bring me and my siblings to the United States from Mexico. Wanting a brighter future for us, my parents fought tooth and nail to give us the world they didn’t grow up having. Ever since stepping foot on the U.S soil, going back seemed impossible. The effects of this life-changing move, couldn’t mask the unforeseen disadvantages. Lacking exposure to Mexico’s colorful culture, little to no bonding time with my family from abroad, and the struggle of trying to blend into an environment that was so different, soon began to interfere with my overall identity. Realizing this, my wonderful parents prepared a transformative trip back to my homeland, and back to the past, facing
When I was a child I thought everybody’s family would be the same, just your average family like mine and yours. My life as a child was a carefree life, I didn’t care for much, except stuff like doctors or dentist, I’ve done pretty much what an average kid did, I thought we had a good life going. When I went to my classmate’s house or meet their family they seemed like they were average to me. I never thought about how us as a family would have any trouble in the world, I was wrong.
Everyone can pant a pretty picture of how wonderful their life may be. In fact, doing so may come with a consequences. Reading these three short stories “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, “Shooting an Elephant” by George Orwell and a short biography by Malcolm X called “My First Conk”, set off many different emotions. I felt as these author’s wanted to me to feel in such way. I believe there is a life lesion in every life story someone has to share, no matter how small or big.
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
UTK is a the university that I want to attend because it will give me a great opportunity to be a success student, and because the city it is located in is a beautiful place and has different social opportunities. Also because the school spirit and everyone there feels like your
Life is full of surprises. We never know what is going to happen next. We can wake up in the morning happy and healthy, but disaster can strike at any minute. The cataclysms of our life sometimes give us what we were dreaming about for a long time. These life events can be so pleasant and desirable that we can even die if someone takes it away from us. This wonderful thing very often appears to be freedom: the life that you can lead as you like, decisions that you can make when you want, steps that you can take without instructions.
At first, my very first experience in the United States is so bored, depressed, and hopeless. It was a new journey for me, I learn a language that I had never learned before, I get bullied just because I am the only one Asian who do not speak English. However, my life has become better when I realized that the “American Dream” is possible. Well, for me, the term “American Dream” is fitting for the one who attends at school, who has confidence and hard work. It might be a dream for my generation but not my parents. I saw my parents struggle to keep my brother and I fed. They worked more than two jobs, just to help us finish our education, paying our rent, and everything. I saw them suffer in tears, to sacrificed their future to let my brother and me to get a better education and opportunities to
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
Before my younger brother, my mother and I moved to San Diego with my oldest brother and my grandmother, our life in Stockton was going just fine. I just started freshman year with all my friends from my junior high class at Weston Ranch High School. My father would help me with sports and my older brother would suggest the different classes to take at Weston Ranch High School. Things ran smo...
My whole childhood I raised myself, surviving on the Social Security benefits I got from my father’s being deceased. The school supplies and materials I needed all came from monies I received from the government. I can’t even remember the last time my mother bought me something with her own money. Without gas money, she wouldn’t take me to school half the time, so I often walked at least an hour every day to get there and back. My mother often sent me to live with my grandma for weeks at a time while she partied. She would come home for a day, grab a bag full of clothes, and leave, with no word about when, if ever, she was coming back. I remember crying and shouting, “If you love me, you’ll stay.” I always got a hand shoving me back and a door slammed in my face.