I was born in Guatemala in a city called, called Guatemala City. Life in Guatemala is hard which is why my parents brought me into the United States when I was eight months old. Some of the things that makes life in Guatemala hard is the violence. However, Guatemala has plenty of hard working men, women, and children who usually get forced to begin working as soon as they are able to walk. However, unlike many other countries, Guatemala has a huge crime rate. I care about the innocent hard working people that live in Guatemala and receive letters, threatening to be killed if they do not pay a certain amount of money at a certain amount of time. The people who get targeted are famous athletes, small business owners, and people who seem to be …show more content…
He died later in the hospital. My mother argues, that my uncle is in heaven now because, he gave his life to God before he died in the hospital, and I agree. Another example, I had another uncle that received similar letters demanding money. He did not have the money he was being asked for. The wicked people then broke into his home and had my uncle and aunt kneel on the ground and the got shot in the head. My aunt died on the spot whereas my uncle died later in the hospital. My mother also argues that this uncle is in heaven as well because, he gave his life to God before passing away in the hospital. I care about these innocent hard working people who get threatened and killed. I get so irritated and mad that I wish that I could just kill these wicked people who send these death threats to innocent hard working people. This is not say that I will ever kill them even if I had a chance. I am aware that these thoughts that I have are bad, but at times I can’t help myself. My parents claim that the police will find these killers one day, and I have mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I agree that they will get caught but, not by the police. My family did not deserve to die this way! I am sure of one thing though, these wicked people will be destroyed by God in the future like Psalm 94:23 says, “He will pay them back for their sins and destroy them for their evil. The Lord our God will destroy
Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.
From the articles I found on the Internet it has been proven that you went to a private institution, and that your family wasn't as poor as to the point of starvation.You make these linkages explicit: "My personal experience is the reality of a whole people". It is a call to people of good will all over the world to help the noble but powerless indigenous peoples of Guatemala and other Third World countries to gain their rightful inheritance.
Growing up in a developing country has really open up my mind about setting up for a better future. My home in El Salvador wasn't the most lavishness, but it's also not the worst. I grew up in a house with two levels; three bedrooms on the top floor, one on the bottom, a garage and laundry room at the lower level, and a small sale shop at the front of the house. Growing up in this home has been a meaningful place for me. Its where I found my sense of place.
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 represent many things; however, one identity that I will never be ashamed of is my Hispanic heritage. Over the years, my desire of learning more about my heritage has increased. I feel so fortunate that I have been able to experience the traditional food, dances, and music that my culture encompasses. Moreover, now more than ever, I am proud that the Hispanic community is able to stay strong and determined to help one another even they are succumbed to the injustice created by the government administration. Seeing the injustices happening in my communities motivates me to join programs and organizations to support the Hispanic community.
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.
Barret, Alice. "Garífuna Voices of Guatemala: Central America’s Overlooked Segment of the African Diaspora."Council on Hemispheric Affairs. N.p., 14 July 2010. Web. 20 Nov. 2013.
Guatemala is considered a lower middle income developing economy by the World Bank. Improvements in political and macroeconomic stability have done little to improve levels of poverty and inequality.
I always live as a Guatemalan for the last 15 years, it was hard when I had to move from my country to another that was very different than mine and find out that in this new country is a different languages and different cultures. Maybe for the first time that I was walking to the school, I feel like I was in Guatemala people with the same skin color as me, but when I heard them talked I heard a new word, different accents and I realized that everything was chance.
The mental state of mind one reaches when it involves killing another human being is inconceivable. Some claim there’s a choice to kill or not to kill, or to commit suicide or to live and face the consequences for the killings. This isn’t true, once this point has been reached one is no longer in control, it is as if someone else has tied puppet strings to your limbs and you are now transformed into a killer. The stage has already been set and there is little hope to cancel the play and walk away from the final act. Only the help of others and a long-term safety net can help at this point.
In my 18 years of life everyone has known me as the girl with the unique and hard to pronounce name, however there is more to me than just having a weird name. Like everyone , I have goals. My main goal is to become a neonatal nurse, someone who works with infants born with different health status. My archetype is a martyr, which represents my future goal in a way that nurses and martyrs sacrifice their time to help others in need. Now that I have informed you about my career goal I will talk about how I became to be the person I am today.
Unfortunately, in Guatemala people are not encouraged to protect the breadwinner of the family and many people are forced to halt their lives short to amend the tragedies of the unexpected. My father’s life was cut short when someone tried to steal his car from him on a normal day. I was only ten years old and to add to the misery and desolation of losing a father, he was not insured, so my mother was forced to fend for my younger sister and me. After the incident, my mother had a hard time recovering from the loss of my father since he was the sole source of income for the family. Thankfully, my mother found a way to provide us with the essentials. At that point, she no longer could think of the future, but rather how to make ends
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
Our hard times were finally over. When you return to the U.S. after being deported, you’re supposed to go into an office to get your file which contains various letters from lawyers and other important information. My mother and I were looking for the office, quickly turning our heads left and right and right to left, because we couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be completely over. As we were about to head in, an officer denied my entrance. Apparently, our endless plane ride wasn’t enough and we had to wait three hours more listening to the intercom repeating flight numbers and different destinations and arrivals. However, after seeing the look on my mother’s face- which expressed happiness, consolation, and an incredible amount of pride-