There are billions of people in this world, every person has a different story and background of where they come from. Some people are privileged with the life they are given, others are not. We choose if we want to better ourselves with the life God has given us and hope for the best we make the right decisions. Throughout our lives we cross paths with many people and these people are willing to sit down and listen to our story. For this story it brings two people together into one when we crossed paths and it made our lives perfect. I am wanting to share my story coming into the United States of America as an immigrant from Honduras. I grew up in Honduras which is not as safe as people would think. Growing up in this country, there was …show more content…
A few years passed and I was missing my family greatly, I never was able to see them and it was hard to not speak to them daily. At this time I knew I needed to move to this beautiful country. I spoke to many people and they influenced me to take this leap of faith and join my family. There was too much pain within myself from not seeing my parents and two older siblings. Coming into this country I knew that I would be getting more opportunities to make more money and find better jobs than I would find in Honduras. This is something that I had been dreaming about since I was a child; I wanted a better life for myself and this was the first step in the right direction to make it become a …show more content…
There have been some drawbacks though from being in this country. Once I came into the states, my grandmother passed away and we were close. It was a strong dilemma because I knew I could not go back to Honduras but I felt as though I needed to see her. This is something that I have dealt with after her passing. These types of things occur and there is not much we can do to change the outcome of something like this. One day I will see her again and I cannot wait for that day to come. Another negative in this country is missing everything about Honduras, other than the safety aspect. I am missing my friends, the food, the job I had there (which was being a mechanic), showering in the river, and mainly the coffee. The coffee here is not as good as the coffee in Honduras. Lastly, as an immigrant you receive papers and they restrict you on many things. It is a struggle at times with these papers, however they keep me in this country legally. These are things that I had to leave in order to better my life and make something better of it. Every now and again it is a struggle but I know I am going to make it
better life. The United States of America is one of the most powerful countries in the world that
Enrique, someone who has hands on experience with this, went to the United States to find his mother and start a new life with her. Enrique was very sad leaving his old life behind. He had a girlfriend, Maria Isabel, whom he loved very much and later he found that Maria Isabel was pregnant with their daughter. Enrique knew that he left Honduras for a reason and he knew he had to deal with missing experiences such as his daughter’s important moments.Enrique accepted the obstacles he had to overcome by remembering that in Honduras his life was for the worse. In Honduras, money was scarce, life was sad, and his family depended on him to send money back to them by working in the United States.
Since my father remained in Haiti while we made our home here in the states, by the time I was in my late teens I soon realized that I was the leader of my family. The apartment complex where we lived was increasingly becoming unsafe and it was very clear that I had to move us out of that environment into a safer one. I worked hard and saved up and when I was 23 years old I was fortunate enough to have my first major accomplishment by purchasing my own house where I moved in my mother, my 3 sisters, my younger brother, and occasionally my father. It made me feel good that I could provide a safer living environment for my entire family.
My mother was one of the four children that were able to come to the Unites States for a chance at a new life. My mother’s story of her journey to the United States really shows her courage she had to accomplish her dream. My mother and her older sister crossed together thru Tijuana in 1985. At the age of 15 my mother was terrified, but had a lot of determination to face any obstacle in the way. She remembers crossing the border late at night, and she will never forget the growling noises that she heard in the dark. She made it to Salinas the very next day in the evening, and was reunited with her sibling’s and
Contemporary migration trends in the United States of America indicate that a large number of Honduran citizens are fleeing their home nation and coming to the U.S. in hopes of a better future. The staggering number of Honduran migrants departing their nation begs the question: what is causing this massive migration? In order to understand the migration of Honduran immigrants, a comprehensive timeline outlining the complex events that have led to this phenomenon must be delineated. This report analyzes Honduras’ history through key political, economic, and social events in chronological order to fully create an outline that explains current Honduran migration.
In conclusion, my recently experience was when my family and me decides to moved to the United States. It was a tremendous change moved to another country. Moving to another country is giving us an opportunity about different language, meet new people, better jobs and great education. This experience maybe was harmful and difficult for all the family, but if we moved for better life, it could be an excellent opportunity for our future. To sum up, now we enjoying living here, my parents have a good job and my brothers and me study at great school.
A research shows that “ America is very good at adopting new things and it’s a place that it’s ok to do what you want” but people should start finding happiness; they should realize what they are meant to do in this world. After living here for almost five years, my parents realized where they belong to and it’s their hometown of Hue, Vietnam. I hope that people find their real home like how my parents did. Writing this essay, I hope to understand more about other immigrant’s lives in the U.S. I want to discover all the stories that will help others understand what life is like because I’m sure that there are people who are happy but there are also people that similar to my family.
There are many challenges that one must face as we go through life. I have faced a few myself, however, none proved more challenging than moving from my country; Jamaica, to the United States and subsequently moving to the state of Wisconsin. Deciding to leave behind family and friends is the hardest decision to make, however, there are a few things that I was not prepared for that made the transition more challenging than expected. Moving away from all that is familiar culturally, socially and economically can be even more of a daunting task than imagined. There are things that are taught to us by our parents and others that are more dictated by our environment than anything else, so when I immigrated to the United States I had three major challenges to overcome.
A story of a young immigrant that came to the US for a better experience for him and his family, sharing what it was like and the
the process of moving to a new country and starting over was not an easy one, but it was very much worth it. Being in America has given me so many new opportunities. Looking at my life now, the fact the I am able to go to college, drive a car, and be independent is a blessing. Many people that are my age don’t get those opportunities in Cameroon. The rights that I have here in America as a woman, are not the same rights that I would’ve had if I were still in Cameroon. Through the process, I learned not to be afraid of new beginnings. New beginnings bring with them new opportunities, friendships, experiences, and
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thought I was joking when I said that I was going to do it. Maybe I was.
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he