Growing up in the small town of Port Arthur, Texas was very tough. The city’s crime rates are higher than the percentage that chooses to attend a college or university. With all of the crime, poverty, and near death experiences, the city has made me into a stronger and more motivated person wanting to help the poor. My parents came from the city of Saigon, Vietnam in the year of 1998. With no English and only $100, they arrived on a small shrimp boat in Port Arthur, Texas. My parents were able to rent an apartment at $500 a month. My father worked on Gulf Of Mexico as a Shrimper.He would be away on the seas for 4 weeks at a time, therefore we only saw him for a total of 3 weeks a year. As for my mother, she worked as a cook at a local Popeyes picking up as much English as she can. Through hard work and determination, they found a way to move away from the crime and corruption the city had to offer. In addition to the crime and corruption in the city, Port Arthur, Texas has a 47% of …show more content…
My family couldn’t afford to evacuate to a safer location. My family suffered through the storm and made it out alive. Seeing people die and suffer was a shot to the body, also being able to not help them was a shot to the heart.Throughout all of the tragic incidents that happened to me in my life, it made me look back and want to help the people who suffered with me.My parents faced really tough situations coming to America, so I’m very thankful for them to guide me to the right path.The things that my parents encountered made me a grateful person. I was fortunate enough to receive the right guidance in life to succeed. Port Arthur, Texas has made me into a motivated and determined person wanting to help the less fortunate. Surviving Hurricane Ike in 2008 gave me the mindset that anything is possible. Experiencing the crime made me very close to my family and friends because they could be dead the next
Golden light from a Texas sunset illuminating stark white fields of cotton, green and yellow tractors leisurely making their way down the middle of Main Street, and a community that will always support you are just a few things one might experience if you came to my hometown in rural Texas. Matador, Texas isn't just a dusty old town in the middle of nowhere, it is a town that no matter who you are or what you are trying to do, hard work is always required; it is where I grew up from the day I was born, spent lazy summer days reading and writing abstract stories without distractions of people, traffic, or even the ever-present cell phone, and where I learned about a whole other side of society, one where the community gathers together for anything
Gladwell explained that “Black Americans are much likely to stay in place and much less likely than whites to engage in contextual mobility” (Gladwell, 2015,p.3). Since South Bronx is mostly African Americans and Hispanics, not much contextual mobility occurs within this community and that results in not many changes in circumstances or opportunities for these people. The only move they do proceed in doing is referred to as “churning” as Gladwell puts it and only do so if the house is unlivable. These people don’t seek for a better lifestyle, but they are forced into this better lifestyle.
I would do anything, in order to survive. There would be no limit to what I would do to survive. I have always been known as the survivor. Lets just say I was all alone, no one, no one else in Laredo. There are no power lines that are working.
Life is based on a foundation of decisions and circumstances compiled on a precarious perspective of the user. The structure often relies on small and often overlooked elements. They receive no recognition, yet are the very reason for its prosperity. Trade towns and old docks are the lifeblood of the world, but best suited away from the public eye. Meant for the undesirables to deal with.
Growing up in southwest Atlanta, Georgia, I have been surrounded by ‘black success’ instead of just ‘success’ for the duration of my life. The blacks in my area are equally as successful, if not more accomplished than, the non-blacks, but we are always titled separately and put into a captive box. The box we are held in told young girls that they should aspire to be athletes, cosmetologists, or plain unemployed. The same box told young men that they could only be considered “somebody” if they were able to catch a ball well. These are occupations we would ‘best be suited for’; these are occupations that perpetuate the box.
I have lived in East Oakland my whole life. To the majority of people, the mention of East Oakland evokes thoughts of violence, shootings, and gangs. I was one of the people who believed in these stereotypes, and for a particularly long time. I was one of the people who saw Oakland as a wasteland, a place with nothing to offer me, and a place I had nothing to offer to.
Through being aware of what we spent and managed to save in, my brother received his transplant. Through the hardships we learned valuable skills that would later positively help us in other hardships. Without the hardships we would have been able to have the enjoyable life we have
I live at 11906 Connan Court, Austin Texas which would be my absolute location. My relative location is north Lamar Blvd. west of I35 south of Parmer lane. Before you pass the Brent wood church you take an immediate right and then another right at the first street you come to and it will be the second house on the right. We live on a cul-de-sac which me and my siblings play tag around.
So everybody in the family had to put their cash together to buy resources. Even though we had food, because the fact it needed to be kept frozen we lost a lot of food, before we got a generator. In my conclusion, there may have been many other things that changed my life, but these were the main things that actually changed the perspective of my life. Then, being unprepared, ungrateful, and not knowing that I can overcome any obstacle that I face has taught me a lot.
Although it was only about a five minute drive to the vet from my house, it felt like an eternity. The car ride there was silent, even Dallas, which scared me more than if he were crying. At least then, I would know if he was still alive. We came to a stop and we jumped out of the car. Dallas wasn’t breathing, which meant we were running out of time.
It was a cold February morning and the countdown had finally arrived. I had just signed out with staff duty to start my leave so I could make that road trip from Fort Carson, Colorado to San Antonio, TX. Only thing this trip was no vacation, it was the last visit I will never forget. I was headed to see my sister in law, Vicki who was in the intensive care unit for leukemia. The thoughts and emotions running through my mind had made the drive so difficult for me.
What Events In Your History Have Made You The Person You Are Today? One event that made me the person I am today was the day my baby brother was born. I was an only child at home with two half sisters living somewhere else so I was pretty used to having all the attention. I was daddy’s little princess since the moment I was born! When I was about 7 I started to feel lonely around the house because I had no one else to play with.
I’ve had many experiences that changed my life and my outlook on life. Even though things were hard for me, I never quit trying and I always kept moving forward with life. There were some things that I never overcome, but eventually I did. Situations such as deaths, injuries, and incarceration have always been around me ever since I was just a little boy. Those situations made me who I am today is which is an intelligent and hardworking person.
The debt my parents has on me, I felt like I am paying something off. Now you might wonder why I 'm telling you my life story. I believe this journey from Bangladesh to the United States has transformed me into a completely different person. Throughout this journey, I have learned a lot more about myself. I am determined to try and overcome any challenge that comes along the way.
It made me happy to help others. My mom 's selflessness shows me that not everything revolves around yourself. My mom is very selfless because every time I have a doctor 's or dentist appointment my mom will stop work just to