Personal Narrative: My Life In The United States

From a young age I can remember always wanting to help others understand. Understand me and understand the life that was happening around them. I had a somewhat nomadic childhood, meaning I never went to the same school or lived in the same country for more than three years at a time. As a result I have always been able to tell more than what is in front of me. I am good at reading people and getting to know them well, because my relationship building had always been so accelerated. I wanted people to understand what I was about and for them to understand and notice what I thought they were missing out on. Part of my childhood took place in Brooklyn, New York. I lived here until I was about seven years old. In Brooklyn I lived with my mom, who raised me as a single mother. At the moment I did not realize it, but my mom’s ability to work two jobs, go to college, and raise me and do it well implanted the belief that it could be done. Growing up I knew I had to college and I knew that I had no excuse to fail. Even if all the odds are stacked against people like me, I still had proof that with hard work and taking advantages of opportunities it could be done; I could go to college …show more content…
One of the last things I did on this trip was visit a school for rescued girls between the ages of eight and sixteen; the Bride Rescue School Project. These girls had been rescued from their homes as they faced being sold for marriage in exchange for money. I spent an entire day sharing stories, meals, and laughs with these girls. They told me their stories and I told them mine. We understood each other and they tried to make me understand the reality of their world, a world where their fathers sold them off for money. On the drive back to our camp, I realized I wanted other people to also understand this