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There is a lot of things in my life that I and other people in my family were treated unfairly, as well as we were not given an opportunity that we felt that we deserved. My family and I have suffered many times in our lives such as being unemployed due to jobs being cut off or medical problem, people acting rude to us, having to have been kicked out of house we rented before, not getting paid well at work, people around the neighborhood not doing my family or myself a favor because ‘they can’t at the moment’, and more than those. Here is something that recently happened to me and my mother in which we were treated unfairly which was I was taking a test in my last period class, AP Chemistry, and I stayed to finish it for ten minutes more. When I walked out the school, the lady who takes me home was not there. Every day, a lady that lives in the end of the block where I live in, she used to give …show more content…
me rides to school, picking me up at 7.30 in the morning and picked me up at 3:30 pm. My mom paid her, Miss Esmeralda, twenty dollars every week on Monday. Then my mom lowered the pay for the week when I started to stay after school on Mondays and Wednesdays. Instead of paying her the twenty dollars, my mom would pay her sixteen dollars because she didn’t take me home on those days. She did not have a problem with receiving that much money. One day when I was talking to my AP Chemistry teacher, I had to stay for five or so minutes about my class work and I was done discussing with the teacher, I went outside and I noticed that my ride was not around. Thankfully I was able to go back inside the school and call my house so one of my brothers could pick me up from the school. From then on, the lady seemed to be normal as if nothing happened the other day. My mom still paid her sixteen dollars. Suddenly the lady would pick me at 7:10 to 7:20 in the morning, I was still not ready and I was in such a rush. She continued to arrive at that time, then there were days that they would arrive at 7:30 to 7:45, I would wait for her in my cold porch for 20 minutes because I would think that she would arrive earlier than expected. One day, my mom went outside to talk to her when she arrived that day at 7:10 and I was barely going to put on my sweater and brush my teeth. My mom told Miss Esmeralda politely that one of my brothers would take me to school. However, Miss Esmeralda left me again at school. Back to the day when I took my AP Chemistry test, I walked out the school, expecting and hoping that Miss Esmeralda was waiting for me to take me home.
I had to go back inside the school because it was cold outside and I was terribly sick. I called the house from the school’s phone, I informed my mom that I did not see my ride any where and to tell my brother to pick up. However my brother was not at home at the moment. As she was walking out the house, she saw Esmeralda’s car passing by in her truck. My mom asked to why she did not tell her that I did not come with her. Miss Esmeralda told my mom that I just did not come with her and my mom immediately got upset and she started to tear up, telling her that was cruel thing to do. Esmeralda rolled her car window up and drove off without saying anything, leaving my mom crying in the street. Soon after that, my mom went to one of our neighbors that were kind enough to go pick me up from school. I was pretty upset that the lady could do such a thing as not waiting on me and not informing my mom that I did not go with
her. I have no proposal to why she could not wait for me when she waited for the other two girls for more than 20 minutes. I never treated nor did I ever gave her a bad attitude, I have always been polite and kind to her, my mom was also polite to her. I may be one of the kind-hearted girls you will ever meet. It was probably because that week before that incident, I only went to school on Monday, but not on Wednesday because I got a fever on Tuesday afternoon. Tuesday and Wednesday, there was no school and she was not gonna get paid much. Another reason that might have caused the lady to have done that is my mom did not pay her a week before due to not having enough money to give her. I could have asked Miss Esmeralda to why she could not wait for me those days that she has left me at school and asked her why she could wait for the other two girls who she takes home but not me. I have not spoke nor have seen the lady throughout the rest of the weekend and this week when my mom and brother told her that I will not be going with her anymore so she could take me to school and bring me home if she is gonna continue to be that way of not waiting and not informing them me ‘staying’ at school. I will say that once I will be able to get my own car, I will start driving to school and home. If someone from my neighborhood needs a ride, I will do them the favor because I do not want anybody else to go through this struggle.
Something like this may have happened to you, as it happened to many famous people in the past. For instance, Feng Ru, Melba Pattillo Beals and Jackie Robinson -- they all have experienced unjust treatment. The only difference is, they actually stood up to change that. Here’s how, and here’s why.
If a person has been treated unfairly, the person can fight for the right to be treated fairly through the courts. A court may be able to make a decision that will undo the unfair treatment.
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