Adversity In Early Childhood

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Throughout my early childhood, I was faced with adversity which resulted in critical learning experiences shaping me into the person I am today. Growing up, my family had just enough money to get by. We resided in a townhome with 3 bedrooms along with 12 other family members. The townhome was connected to a convenient store that was owned and operated by my family. My brother and I didn’t always get everything we asked for but our parents never gave up on giving us a more enriching childhood than what they had been given.
Although my Indian immigrant parents put in their best effort to provide a better life for themselves and their children it could have been due to their lack of education or the language barrier that they were not offered
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This taught me to never give up on my dreams and to perceiver through any hardships thrown my way.
Our townhome was located in a suburb of South Dallas called Pleasant Grove. The surrounding homes and community were not the safest environment to raise children. Most nights we would lose sleep listening to the bellowing of emergency sirens. It distresses me to know that the town I once spent a partial amount of my childhood in is now considered “the projects” of Dallas. I grew up to the sight of my family members getting robbed at gun and knife point doing what was required to sustain a healthy lifestyle for their families at the Convenience store. This gave me a better sense of how valuable life is and how short it could possibly be. Around the time I turned 4, my grandfather got into a verbal
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One night, 2 years back my parents were attending a family wedding and it began to get late so I began to worry about what time they would return. I called them several times but neither would answer. I could not fall asleep knowing they were not home safe. I stayed up wondering about all the possible events that could have occurred but I kept my thoughts positive and hoped that their phones had just ran out of battery. Soon my uncle brought my mom home and she was in tears. My mom sat my brother and me down and explained to us how my dad had suffered a heart attack that night and that they rushed him to the hospital and took him into emergency surgery and that we could go see him in the morning, I instantly broke into tears. No way had this happened to my dad, the man that was always strong when the going got tough, and the man that was my hero. I couldn’t sleep that whole night, and when the next morning finally came we went to visit him in the Intensive Care Unit at Medical Center of Plano. The waiting room was filled with familiar faces, coworkers, family, friends, and even my Grandfather. Seeing all these people made me realize that whatever happened to my dad that night wasn’t just an event, it was a lesson. My brother and I hadn’t had the best relationship in the past but this lesson made us realize that we need to be there for each other when our hero won’t

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