While volunteering at NYU Langone in the Cardiology Patient Care Department, I got to work with the most kind-hearted nurses. While going to patients' rooms to refill their water pitchers, I met and had many conversations with them. As a volunteer, I experience a closer relationship with the patients because we have more time to spend with them. This gave me so many opportunities to advocate for the patients when they could not get the attention of nurses. I was able to speak for them and help them get the help they needed. One special memory I recall, was when I translated for a Hispanic woman that was unable to communicate with the nurses due to the language barrier. Once I was able to fully explain the process of being discharged from the hospital, I helped her get transportation back home. I still remember her face filled with confusion when I first met her. After the doctor finished talking, she looked at me, fully trusting me to help her understand. I was able to change her expression to relief and gratitude before she left the hospital. Through my various experiences working alongside nurses and helping patients, I have decided to pursue a BSN. My goal as a future nurse is to give all my patients the same comfort I was able to give the lady that day. I want to be known as a nurse who brings care and strengthens others, especially those who feel unseen. Nurses can be a bridge between patients and doctors that either make or break a patient’s comfort at a hospital. Through small actions like these, I believe I can make a strong bridge that creates a peaceful and efficient environment in a hospital setting. Creating a more welcoming hospital would benefit the community in the long run since it would encourage fearful individuals to seek care when needed, leading to a healthier society. Since a very young age, I have experienced limitations. As a child, I always had big aspirations for my future, but being part of an immigrant household reduced my access to opportunities. There have been many times when doors were simply not open to people of my background. Still, I pushed forward. These limitations didn’t break me. Instead, they made me stronger, and more grateful for the opportunities I fought to get myself because I quickly realized that they were not going to be simply handed to me. As a student from a minority background with limited resources, financial barriers are real. My mother works almost every day to provide for her children, but with all the expenses that need to be paid, she usually doesn’t have any extra money to save. Easing these financial pressures of college costs would allow me to stay focused on my studies and clinical training. It would give me the chance to continue saying yes to opportunities and become the kind of nurse I dream of being.

“Be comfortable in uncomfortable situations.” Though my academic instructor spoke the phrase once, it never left my mind. It flowed into me, invaded the home of my fears, and built a home of its own. It became my compass, my guide to surviving Leadership Academy. The first days were the hardest. I was issued green academy shirts and Navy PT shorts, my uniform. Our phones were taken, cutting off communication with family. For two weeks, we had no concept of time, only estimating by when we ate. I couldn't sleep, stressed, not knowing when they’d wake us. “GET ON LINE!” still echoes in my mind. I rushed to grab my PT belt, hat, and water bottle like my life depended on it. We ran down the stairs as our Cadet Aide shouted, “MOVE WITH PURPOSE!” Every mistake felt like a step backward, ironic given how often I heard, “Forward, march.” I felt shoved into an unfamiliar world, expected to know what to do. I felt like a bird losing feathers with each mistake, afraid I’d soon be unable to fly. Months of training built my endurance, but those 5 a.m. uphill runs still left my body aching and mind tired. As we sang cadences, the rhythm became my anchor. At 4 a.m. on PT test day, we were jolted awake. Outside in the darkness, we lined up to begin. The fog was so thick I could barely see the track. I remembered Master Chief’s words: “I expect an Outstanding from each of you.” I pushed myself—9 minutes and 9 seconds. I had beaten my 10-minute mile. My mental strength was greater than I imagined; refusing to quit kept my body fighting. Even chow became a lesson. Eating at attention with little time, I adapted to staying focused. When we were finally allowed to eat freely, it felt like a victory. For the first time, I noticed the clock—a reminder that what we seek often reveals itself when we’ve grown enough to stop searching. Every time we marched to drill in the heat, I dreaded messing up. I wasn’t the best at drill, but I practiced relentlessly. I mastered every movement to help my platoon succeed. By the day of the drill competition, I no longer felt like that fearful bird. Completing the drill card under the Marine instructors’ watch made every struggle worth it. We earned Honor Platoon. Sailing, however, was a breath of fresh air—literally. After marching under the sun, the sea’s breeze greeted me like an old friend. The sea resisted our sails, but I learned to communicate with my team. I improved in trimming and releasing the jib sheet, growing in tune with the wind and waves. We sailed as one, and our platoon was named best at sailing. Emotionally, we sang Anchors Aweigh for the last time. I started with strangers who became family. It was bittersweet, knowing it was our last time together, but we had made it through the storm. Graduating from Leadership Academy changed me. It gave me confidence to command my own platoon. I learned to thrive in discomfort and take initiative. Strength isn’t just physical endurance, it’s facing challenges with courage and growing from them. I left the academy knowing I can weather any storm. As I begin college and nursing, I’ll face new challenges requiring just as much strength. That’s why I’d be grateful to join the Inspire11 mentorship program. Being guided by professionals who’ve pushed past limits would help me grow, stay motivated, and gain tools to keep turning it up to 11 in both academics and service.

Amongst the storm, there is a seed flying with the strong wind. That seed eventually settles down on a pile of dirt just as the storm calms down. It uses the same water from the violent storm to grow into a beautiful tree, filling the landscape with a calming light and peace. If that seed had stayed in its original land, where the soil was dry and cracked, it would have never grown so beautifully. Sometimes it takes being pushed by strong winds to finally land in the right place. Sometimes it takes a storm to bring us home. To me, the American Dream is not just about money. It is about winning my sense of freedom to rise above the labels and barriers that once tried to limit my worth. It is about the opportunity to grow into the best version of myself while still holding on to my roots and their pain because those same roots keep my beautiful tree from tumbling during the next storm. It is about proving that I matter, even when the world tries to tell me otherwise. Since a very young age, I have experienced limitations. As a child, I have always had big aspirations for my future, but the added challenge of being undocumented reduced my access to opportunities. There have been many times when doors were simply not open to people of my status. A couple of internship positions, or a few part-time jobs, maybe some experiences to travel abroad and learn about cultures. Yet, with all these obstacles, I managed to climb over each one with my determination to make my name known. These limitations have made me thankful for all the experiences I was blessed with. Each one shaped me into a more resilient, motivated individual who has learned to adapt and grow no matter the challenge. Even though I haven’t experienced everything others have, I am proud of all I have accomplished. I never let the doors that were closed on me define my value or stop me from growing. I have learned that when one door closes, a window opens, and I took every chance I could find.  I grew up in a community that thrives in the melting pot of diversity in culture and faith. We, the youth chasing the American Dream, gather strength to continue mixing the pot, bringing understanding and change around us. At the core of my American dream, I wish to be a bridge that connects these different worlds. To hold presence with every step I take. I want to show that someone like me, an undocumented student with big dreams, is not invisible. I want my journey to remind others that even when life places you at a disadvantage, you are not powerless in shaping your future. The American Dream, for me, is about finding my purpose and standing tall in the spaces that once tried to keep me out. I am that tree. Rooted in two worlds. Shaped by storms. Still growing.