American Dream Preservation

I grew up in Colombia, a country with high poverty, economic discrimination, and political corruption. My mother came of age in a dysfunctional home, with education deprivation, and limited work opportunities. The inability for growth drove us to flee. Our journey led to Los Angeles. I was scared, with good reason, fiscal challenges, language barriers, and social discrimination laid ahead.

Meanwhile, my mother empowered me to combat future hurdles. She valued education and understood the profit of long-term knowledge, consistently imparting prioritization for excellence. This thirst for success taught me to thrive in competitive environments and placed a candle in the corner of my dreams, which later became a torch, lighting my future.

Elementary school was demanding; illiteracy was the real culprit paralyzing my academic and social accomplishments. This quandary induced me to hunker down and master the English language. Meticulous repertoires transformed me into a militant student, and with dedication and perseverance, I overcame my dialect plight.

The truth of the matter is breaking glass ceilings will be my job for years to come. See, I’m interested in conserving the American dream. My mom’s mission was to increase opportunities for me; my mission will be to maximize possibilities for my neighbors. Former Secretary of State, Madeleine Albright, said: “the greatest thing to happen to me, hands down, was coming to America.” I second her sentiment and plan to resonate that message across our country.

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