Just like any other person born and raised in Latin America, the biggest challenge I ever had was when I first came to the United States. Although the circumstances in which I came were different than many other people, it was definitely an experience I wouldn’t want anyone to live. Today, thousands of families decide to come to the United States in the search for a better quality of life. Unfortunately the American dream does not arrive from one day to another. In fact it requires a lot of sacrifice, a lot of hard work, and a lot of tears. It is fair to say that in order to live the American dream, one first has to live the American nightmare.
I was born in Nicaragua, a small country in Central America. I can say that my life in Nicaragua was never bad. I didn’t have a lot, but I was happy enough that I didn’t care about what I didn’t have. My father was a high school teacher and my mom was unemployed, still they were able to provide a safe environment for me and my siblings. Just like many countries in the early 2010s, Nicaragua entered a recession. Rich families didn’t result hurt economically, as they had enough money to live a life with a lot …show more content…
Due to the issues at home, I had to start taking responsibilities to help support my family. My mom was able to get a full time job at a factory as a machine operator and I was able to get a part time job at McDonald’s. We both got paid minimum wage, and we had to make our checks last longer in order to survive. During this time, I was in high school, and many times I decided to drop out of school. I was working up to 7 hours per day up to 5 days a week in order to be able to get enough money to pay the rent. Many times I was offered the streets and easy ways to earn money, but I knew that in order to get things done, I needed to work hard and not to give up. I realized that in order to live the good times, I had to live the rough times
I was born in Nicaragua, a small country in Central America. I can say that my life in Nicaragua was never bad. I didn’t have a lot, but I was happy enough that I didn’t care about what I didn’t have. My father was a high school teacher and my mom was unemployed, still they were able to provide a safe environment for me and my siblings. Just like many countries in the early 2010s, Nicaragua entered a recession. Rich families didn’t result hurt economically, as they had enough money to live a life with a lot …show more content…
Due to the issues at home, I had to start taking responsibilities to help support my family. My mom was able to get a full time job at a factory as a machine operator and I was able to get a part time job at McDonald’s. We both got paid minimum wage, and we had to make our checks last longer in order to survive. During this time, I was in high school, and many times I decided to drop out of school. I was working up to 7 hours per day up to 5 days a week in order to be able to get enough money to pay the rent. Many times I was offered the streets and easy ways to earn money, but I knew that in order to get things done, I needed to work hard and not to give up. I realized that in order to live the good times, I had to live the rough times