I was twelve when my mom told me: "Empaca tus cosas, lo demas se vende." We sold everything we had in Mexico to come to the US. As heartbreaking as that was, it was for a better cause. I had not seen my father for a long time since he had been working in the US, and I could only talk to him on the phone. My father came to get us in Mexico, we packed the worn car he had brought, and with the few things we had left, he drove us during that cold winter for four days to New York. When we got there, my family did not have a home. For God's blessing, someone at church offered us a room in an old building in the Bronx. Otherwise, I would have slept in the old car we had, which we had used as a hospital, a kitchen, and a home. Now it’s been three years, and I still remember the cold night when I was sleeping on the floor with my brother and cold water poured into my brother's face from a hole in the ceiling, which was hilarious, to be honest. It was not the last time I moved. I have been an outsider my whole life, even in my homeland. I knew my life could be anything I wanted, and I spent hours and nights trying to learn English. In a few months, I was out of my English as a second or foreign language class (ESL). My teachers always were surprised at how I managed to learn English in so little time. I committed to using my motivation to take on any opportunity offered to me. "Hey kid, come here!" "THAT'S NOT THE WAY YOU PAINT A ROOM!" I spent my summers and day-offs in High School working in construction, and in some cases, I was not paid, but it helped me acquire abilities that not all people own. Using my hands to create something functional that satisfies a necessity is something that I enjoy doing. The main purpose of me getting myself into arduous work and energy-consuming situations was to endure my mental strength and to expand my learning and discipline. People still pay for someone to install a door. I am glad that I will not have to pay someone to do that for me. I also found technology a form to help others. I spent my high school years volunteering at my church, and consequently, I became the multimedia director, served as a deacon, and assistant for my Saturday school teacher. Life is about using your skills to help others; everybody helps others in some way. Some do not get paid to bring love to our lives, others teach future generations, some save lives to keep families together, and some inspire movements that change the world. My immigrant experience has taught me that to accomplish an objective, you must take on risks. Accepting the challenge and facing it is the only way to make substantial changes in life and that has no limits. Furthering my education will allow me to dissipate my frontiers, more than a degree I want my knowledge to be in good use create a brighter future for the world. Engineers are passionate problem solvers, like Graham Bell, he wanted to cure his girlfriend hearing loss, so he designed a way to communicate with her but ended creating the telephone, he didn’t succeed to cure his loved one, but created something that still connects people to this day, he didn’t look for money, just love and hope.

I was twelve when my mom told me: "Empaca tus cosas, lo demas se vende." We sold everything we had in Mexico to come to the US. As heartbreaking as that was, it was for a better cause. I had not seen my father for a long time since he had been working in the US, and I could only talk to him on the phone. My father came to get us in Mexico, we packed the worn car he had brought, and with the few things we had left, he drove us during that cold winter for four days to New York. When we got there, my family did not have a home. For God's blessing, someone at church offered us a room in an old building in the Bronx. Otherwise, I would have slept in the old car we had, which we had used as a hospital, a kitchen, and a home. Now it’s been three years, and I still remember the cold night when I was sleeping on the floor with my brother and cold water poured into my brother's face from a hole in the ceiling, which was hilarious, to be honest. It was not the last time I moved. I have been an outsider my whole life, even in my homeland. I knew my life could be anything I wanted, and I spent hours and nights trying to learn English. In a few months, I was out of my English as a second or foreign language class (ESL). My teachers always were surprised at how I managed to learn English in so little time. I committed to using my motivation to take on any opportunity offered to me. "Hey kid, come here!" "THAT'S NOT THE WAY YOU PAINT A ROOM!" I spent my summers and day-offs in High School working in construction, and in some cases, I was not paid, but it helped me acquire abilities that not all people own. Using my hands to create something functional that satisfies a necessity is something that I enjoy doing. The main purpose of me getting myself into arduous work and energy-consuming situations was to endure my mental strength and to expand my learning and discipline. People still pay for someone to install a door. I am glad that I will not have to pay someone to do that for me. I also found technology a form to help others. I spent my high school years volunteering at my church, and consequently, I became the multimedia director, served as a deacon, and assistant for my Saturday school teacher. Life is about using your skills to help others; everybody helps others in some way. Some do not get paid to bring love to our lives, others teach future generations, some save lives to keep families together, and some inspire movements that change the world. My immigrant experience has taught me that to accomplish an objective, you must take on risks. Accepting the challenge and facing it is the only way to make substantial changes in life and that has no limits.

I was twelve when my mom told me: "Empaca tus cosas, lo demas se vende." We sold everything we had in Mexico to come to the US. As heartbreaking as that was, it was for a better cause. I had not seen my father for a long time since he had been working in the US, and I could only talk to him on the phone. My father came to get us in Mexico, we packed the worn car he had brought, and with the few things we had left, he drove us during that cold winter for four days to New York. When we got there, my family did not have a home. For God's blessing, someone at church offered us a room in an old building in the Bronx. Otherwise, I would have slept in the old car we had, which we had used as a hospital, a kitchen, and a home. Now it’s been three years, and I still remember the cold night when I was sleeping on the floor with my brother and cold water poured into my brother's face from a hole in the ceiling, which was hilarious, to be honest. It was not the last time I moved. I have been an outsider my whole life, even in my homeland. I knew my life could be anything I wanted, and I spent hours and nights trying to learn English. In a few months, I was out of my English as a second or foreign language class (ESL). My teachers always were surprised at how I managed to learn English in so little time. I committed to using my motivation to take on any opportunity offered to me. "Hey kid, come here!" "THAT'S NOT THE WAY YOU PAINT A ROOM!" I spent my summers and day-offs in High School working in construction, and in some cases, I was not paid, but it helped me acquire abilities that not all people own. Using my hands to create something functional that satisfies a necessity is something that I enjoy doing. The main purpose of me getting myself into arduous work and energy-consuming situations was to endure my mental strength and to expand my learning and discipline. People still pay for someone to install a door. I am glad that I will not have to pay someone to do that for me. I also found technology a form to help others. I spent my high school years volunteering at my church, and consequently, I became the multimedia director, served as a deacon, and assistant for my Saturday school teacher. Life is about using your skills to help others; everybody helps others in some way. Some do not get paid to bring love to our lives, others teach future generations, some save lives to keep families together, and some inspire movements that change the world. My immigrant experience has taught me that to accomplish an objective, you must take on risks. Accepting the challenge and facing it is the only way to make substantial changes in life and that has no limits. I seek to represent my ethnicity on the higher scales of society and to one day help fund and give advice to disadvantaged or BIPOC students into making them believe their dreams are achievable and their status should not be a barrier.

I was twelve when my mom told me: "Empaca tus cosas, lo demas se vende." We sold everything we had in Mexico to come to the US. As heartbreaking as that was, it was for a better cause. I had not seen my father for a long time since he had been working in the US, and I could only talk to him on the phone. My father came to get us in Mexico, we packed the worn car he had brought, and with the few things we had left, he drove us during that cold winter for four days to New York. When we got there, my family did not have a home. For God's blessing, someone at church offered us a room in an old building in the Bronx. Otherwise, I would have slept in the old car we had, which we had used as a hospital, a kitchen, and a home. Now it’s been three years, and I still remember the cold night when I was sleeping on the floor with my brother and cold water poured into my brother's face from a hole in the ceiling, which was hilarious, to be honest. It was not the last time I moved. I have been an outsider my whole life, even in my homeland. I knew my life could be anything I wanted, and I spent hours and nights trying to learn English. In a few months, I was out of my English as a second or foreign language class (ESL). My teachers always were surprised at how I managed to learn English in so little time. I committed to using my motivation to take on any opportunity offered to me. "Hey kid, come here!" "THAT'S NOT THE WAY YOU PAINT A ROOM!" I spent my summers and day-offs in High School working in construction, and in some cases, I was not paid, but it helped me acquire abilities that not all people own. Using my hands to create something functional that satisfies a necessity is something that I enjoy doing. The main purpose of me getting myself into arduous work and energy-consuming situations was to endure my mental strength and to expand my learning and discipline. People still pay for someone to install a door. I am glad that I will not have to pay someone to do that for me. I also found technology a form to help others. I spent my high school years volunteering at my church, and consequently, I became the multimedia director, served as a deacon, and assistant for my Saturday school teacher. Life is about using your skills to help others; everybody helps others in some way. Some do not get paid to bring love to our lives, others teach future generations, some save lives to keep families together, and some inspire movements that change the world. My immigrant experience has taught me that to accomplish an objective, you must take on risks. Accepting the challenge and facing it is the only way to make substantial changes in life and that has no limits.