Growing Up Columbian

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Growing Up Columbian The best part about life is that we are always given second chances in most things we do, and I am a perfectly good example to prove this statement. I was born and grew up in a small town in Colombia, about three hours away from Cartagena, one of the country’s biggest cities. Life was difficult, especially for a young boy, barely beginning his journey on earth, with very little intelligence of survival in a country that does not offer many resources or paths toward freedom. As most people know, Colombia is known around the world for its coffee and unfortunately, for its guerilla forces that control most of the country’s drug trafficking. The drug trade is one of the country’s only money-making resources. These harsh conditions created an environment making it even harder for me to be able to try to achieve my goal of becoming a successful and educated human being. There were so many factors I would have to overcome in order to attain and achieve my goals and be happy about my way of life. My town was very poor, and in most poor towns there is a small probability for a child to move out of his surroundings and get out of the system that has been created to keep the people blind to of the corrupt system in Colombia. As a young child, I grew up in an environment where I felt I always had to watch my back because of the guerilla forces controlling my town, because any wrong movement or action could result in a severe penalty. At that age a child does not know what to expect from a man in military clothing with a rifle carried over his shoulder, looking as if he wants to put fear into the child’s mind. It is not fair for children, the future of the world, to have to grow up in a non-productive envir... ... middle of paper ... ...ambition, and this was all given to me by this country that took me out of my mental prison, and released my chains so that I could strive to become a successful and educated human being. However, I cannot forget my deep love for my motherland Colombia, because I still have great memories from there. It gave me my birth, my culture, my first desire to become more; plus, my first home also gave me an initial sense of love and commitment. I love Colombia, and I will go back if and when it changes, but for now I proudly will remain here in America, my second home, a home with a better roof and better opportunities. Because of America, I will do what I always wanted to do: I will graduate college and become a successful individual who can contribute to American society and eventually help people in my homeland understand how freedom enriches life. Thank you, America.

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