Throughout my high school years, my dad has been one of my biggest influences. He has shaped the way I think, how I treat people, and how I handle situations. Growing up, I always admired the discipline and strength he carried from his experiences in the Marines and later in law enforcement, where he worked his way up to become a Customs supervisor. Even though his job was demanding, he always made time to guide me and teach me lessons that would help me become a better man. The older I got, the more I realized that the values he taught me were not only helping me in high school but would also guide me throughout my life and in my interest in law enforcement. One of the biggest lessons my dad taught me was the importance of discipline. He often told me that discipline is what keeps a person moving forward even when motivation disappears. Because of his background in the Marines, he believed in being responsible, staying organized, and always giving his best effort. During high school, there were many times when I felt overwhelmed with assignments, sports, or personal stress. Especially schoolwork, considering I am in dual credit and taking extra classes. Instead of letting myself fall behind, I remembered the conversations my dad and I had about pushing through difficult moments. He taught me that success does not come from taking shortcuts, but from staying committed and working hard every day. Seeing the way he carried himself at work and at home motivated me to become a better man than he is. Another lesson my dad taught me was respect. Working in law enforcement exposed him to many different types of people and situations, and he always reminded me that respect can change how people respond to and treat you. He said that even when people are upset, treating them with patience and understanding can make a difficult situation better. In high school, I learned how important this lesson was when dealing with other classmates, teachers, and even family members. Instead of reacting with anger or frustration, I tried to communicate calmly and understand other people’s perspectives. Watching my dad lead others as a supervisor shows me that respect is not about being feared, but about earning trust through fairness and integrity. Beyond the lessons, my dad also showed me the value of protecting and helping others. Through his work in law enforcement, he demonstrated what it meant to serve a community. I saw how seriously he took his responsibilities and how much pride he had in keeping people safe. Even though his job is stressful, he continues to work hard because he believes in making a difference. His dedication inspired me to pursue my own interest in law enforcement to become a state trooper. I realized that law enforcement is not only about enforcing rules, but also about building trust, helping people during difficult moments, and being a positive role model.

One of the most difficult moments in my life was when my parents got divorced during high school. When my parents separated, it was not just emotionally painful, but it also completely changed our financial situation and daily routine. My mom suddenly became a single parent responsible for raising four boys on her own while also trying to keep her home daycare business running. Watching her struggle and sacrifice for us during those years shaped me into the person I am today and taught me lessons about responsibility, perseverance, and family that I will carry with me forever. My mom owned a small home daycare, and after the divorce, it became our family’s main source of income. The daycare only had a minimal number of kids, so money was always tight. I remember seeing my mom constantly worried about bills, groceries, and making sure we had what we needed, like food and clothes. Even though she was exhausted most days, she never let us see her give up and always provided for us. She woke up early every morning to prepare for the daycare children while also making my brothers and me get up and get ready for school. Looking back now, I realize how much pressure she carried on her shoulders. She had to be both a mother and a provider at the same time, and despite the challenges, she always made sure we felt loved and supported. As the oldest boys in the house, my brothers and I understood that we had to help out more. I quickly realized that I could not just focus on school and normal high school things anymore. During my junior and senior year of high school, I worked almost 38 hours a week while balancing classes and responsibilities at home. There were many days where I would wake up early for school, spend the entire day in class, and then go straight to work until late at night. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, but I still had homework and responsibilities waiting for me. At times, it felt overwhelming trying to balance everything, especially while dealing with the emotions of my parents’ divorce. But most of the time, I would forget those emotions from all the work I was doing. Even though those years were difficult, they taught me how to become independent and mature at a young age. Working so many hours while still being in high school forced me to learn time management and responsibility. I learned that sometimes life does not slow down for you, and you have to keep moving forward even when things are hard. While many of my classmates spent weekends relaxing or going out, I was working shifts and helping my family financially. At first, I felt frustrated because I felt like I was missing out on a normal high school experience. But, over time, I realized that those sacrifices were not only helping me grow stronger as a person but also helping my family.

As a young Chippewa gentleman, it has been a journey of much pride and discovery of my roots. While the modern world presents the challenge of maintaining traditional values far from ancestral lands, I've found immense meaning in piecing together my family's history through the stories of my late grandpa Jim; though he passed away before I was born, learning about his life has become a vital bridge to my background. Carrying my Native American identification card is more than just a document-it is a formal recognition of bloodline and history I am honored to uphold. This history is marked by a heavy, tragic legacy. My great-grandpa Patrick, of whom I am named after, was killed at the age of 47 due to a devasting case of, identification if you should call it that. A pregnant, married woman used his well-known name during a marital argument to cover for another man, leading her husband to take my great-grandpa's life. This injustice made headlines and left a permanent scar on my grandpa Jim's heart. Understanding this pain drives my commitment to the future. I plan to study Criminal Justice at the University of San Antonio (UTSA) to serve my community across all ethnicities. I want to ensure that no family has to endure the consequences of wrongful accusations or lack of due process. In El Paso, the heartbeat of my culture truly comes alive once a year at the pow pow at Speaking Rock Casino. These events are powerful reminder of our resilience, as different tribes travel from all over to compete and share their traditions. Watching the dancers and hearing the drums creates a sense of community that transcends to tragedies of the past. Being Chippewa today means honoring the ancestors who came before me, like Patrick and Jim, while building a career that ensures justice and safety for everyone in our vibrant, multicultural society. My passion to serve goes beyond these events, my passion for service was built at home. Since the age of ten, I have volunteered at my mother's home daycare, which she has successfully operated since 2010. it is truly impressive to see her live her dream, and working alongside her has fueled my own strong passion to assist and teach. This foundation of care combined with the resilience found in the dream beat of the dancers, defines my criminal Justice path. My goal is to use this education to serve and protect my community across all ethnicities. At a university where nearly 60% of student body identifies as Hispanic and roughly 41 students identify as being specifically Native American, I look forward to being part of a diverse academic environment that mirrors the multicultural reality of Texas. By understanding the law, I hope to honor my grandpa Jim's legacy through a life of service, ensuring justice is accessible for everyone in our community and all with the help and guidance of our Lord and savior.

One of the most difficult moments in my life was when my parents got divorced during high school. When my parents separated, it was not just emotionally painful, but it also completely changed our financial situation and daily routine. My mom suddenly became a single parent responsible for raising four boys on her own while also trying to keep her home daycare business running. Watching her struggle and sacrifice for us during those years shaped me into the person I am today and taught me lessons about responsibility, perseverance, and family that I will carry with me forever. My mom owned a small home daycare, and after the divorce, it became our family’s main source of income. The daycare only had a minimal number of kids, so money was always tight. I remember seeing my mom constantly worried about bills, groceries, and making sure we had what we needed, like food and clothes. Even though she was exhausted most days, she never let us see her give up and always provided for us. She woke up early every morning to prepare for the daycare children while also making my brothers and me get up and get ready for school. Looking back now, I realize how much pressure she carried on her shoulders. She had to be both a mother and a provider at the same time, and despite the challenges, she always made sure we felt loved and supported. As the oldest boys in the house, my brothers and I understood that we had to help out more. I quickly realized that I could not just focus on school and normal high school things anymore. During my junior and senior year of high school, I worked almost 38 hours a week while balancing classes and responsibilities at home. There were many days where I would wake up early for school, spend the entire day in class, and then go straight to work until late at night. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, but I still had homework and responsibilities waiting for me. At times, it felt overwhelming trying to balance everything, especially while dealing with the emotions of my parents’ divorce. But most of the time, I would forget those emotions from all the work I was doing. Even though those years were difficult, they taught me how to become independent and mature at a young age. Working so many hours while still being in high school forced me to learn time management and responsibility. I learned that sometimes life does not slow down for you, and you have to keep moving forward even when things are hard. While many of my classmates spent weekends relaxing or going out, I was working shifts and helping my family financially. At first, I felt frustrated because I felt like I was missing out on a normal high school experience. But, over time, I realized that those sacrifices were not only helping me grow stronger as a person but also helping my family.

Embracing my heritage as Chippewa gentleman, it has been a journey of much pride and discovery of my roots. While the modern world presents the challenge of maintaining traditional values far from ancestral lands, I've found immense meaning in piecing together my family's history through the stories of my late grandpa Jim; though he passed away before I was born, learning about his life has become a vital bridge to my background. Carrying my Native American identification card is more than just a document-it is a formal recognition of bloodline and history I am honored to uphold. This history is marked by a heavy, tragic legacy. My great-grandpa Patrick, of whom I am named after, was killed at the age of 47 due to a devasting case of, identification if you should call it that. A pregnant, married woman used his well-known name during a marital argument to cover for another man, leading her husband to take my great-grandpa's life. This injustice made headlines and left a permanent scar on my grandpa Jim's heart. Understanding this pain drives my commitment to the future. I plan to study Criminal Justice at the University of San Antonio (UTSA) to serve my community across all ethnicities. I want to ensure that no family has to endure the consequences of wrongful accusations or lack of due process. In El Paso, the heartbeat of my culture truly comes alive once a year at the pow pow at Speaking Rock Casino. These events are powerful reminder of our resilience, as different tribes travel from all over to compete and share their traditions. Watching the dancers and hearing the drums creates a sense of community that transcends to tragedies of the past. Being Chippewa today means honoring the ancestors who came before me, like Patrick and Jim, while building a career that ensures justice and safety for everyone in our vibrant, multicultural society. My goal is to use this education to serve and protect my community across all ethnicities. At a university where nearly 60% of student body identifies as Hispanic and roughly 41 students identify as being specifically Native American, I look forward to being part of a diverse academic environment that mirrors the multicultural reality of Texas. By understanding the law, I hope to honor my grandpa Jim's legacy through a life of service, ensuring justice is accessible for everyone in our community and all with the help and guidance of our Lord and savior.

As a young Chippewa gentleman, it has been a journey of much pride and discovery of my roots. While the modern world presents the challenge of maintaining traditional values far from ancestral lands, I've found immense meaning in piecing together my family's history through the stories of my late grandpa Jim; though he passed away before I was born, learning about his life has become a vital bridge to my background. Carrying my Native American identification card is more than just a document-it is a formal recognition of bloodline and history I am honored to uphold. This history is marked by a heavy, tragic legacy. My great-grandpa Patrick, of whom I am named after, was killed at the age of 47 due to a devasting case of, identification if you should call it that. A pregnant, married woman used his well-known name during a marital argument to cover for another man, leading her husband to take my great-grandpa's life. This injustice made headlines and left a permanent scar on my grandpa Jim's heart. Understanding this pain drives my commitment to the future. I plan to study Criminal Justice at the University of San Antonio (UTSA) to serve my community across all ethnicities. I want to ensure that no family has to endure the consequences of wrongful accusations or lack of due process. In El Paso, the heartbeat of my culture truly comes alive once a year at the pow pow at Speaking Rock Casino. These events are powerful reminder of our resilience, as different tribes travel from all over to compete and share their traditions. Watching the dancers and hearing the drums creates a sense of community that transcends to tragedies of the past. Being Chippewa today means honoring the ancestors who came before me, like Patrick and Jim, while building a career that ensures justice and safety for everyone in our vibrant, multicultural society. My goal is to use this education to serve and protect my community across all ethnicities. At a university where nearly 60% of student body identifies as Hispanic and roughly 41 students identify as being specifically Native American, I look forward to being part of a diverse academic environment that mirrors the multicultural reality of Texas. By understanding the law, I hope to honor my grandpa Jim's legacy through a life of service, ensuring justice is accessible for everyone in our community and all with the help and guidance of our Lord and savior.

Throughout my high school years, my dad has been one of my biggest influences. He has shaped the way I think, how I treat people, and how I handle situations. Growing up, I always admired the discipline and strength he carried from his experiences in the Marines and later in law enforcement, where he worked his way up to become a Customs supervisor. Even though his job was demanding, he always made time to guide me and teach me lessons that would help me become a better man. The older I got, the more I realized that the values he taught me were not only helping me in high school but would also guide me throughout my life and in my future career in law enforcement. One of the biggest lessons my dad taught me was the importance of discipline. He often told me that discipline is what keeps a person moving forward, even when you have no motivation. Because of his background in the Marines, he believed in being responsible, staying organized, and always giving his best effort. During high school, there were many times when I felt overwhelmed with assignments, sports, or personal stress. Like working a part-time job, damn near full-time, working 38 hours a week. Also, schoolwork, considering I am in dual credit and taking extra classes. But instead of letting myself fall behind, I remembered the conversations my dad and I had about pushing through difficult moments. He taught me that success does not come from taking shortcuts, but from staying committed and working hard every day. Seeing the way he carried himself at work and at home motivated me to become a better man than he is. As I prepare for my future in law enforcement, I know that the lessons my dad taught me will continue to guide me. I want to carry the same discipline, respect, and determination into my education and future career. I understand that law enforcement requires responsibility, patience, and strong decision-making skills, and my dad has already helped prepare me for those challenges. He taught me how to stay strong during difficult times and how to carry myself with respect and purpose. As I move forward into my higher education and career goals, I also hope to follow his example by treating others fairly and serving my community with integrity. This is how I'll make a positive impact not only on my community but also on others' lives.

Throughout my high school years, my dad has been one of my biggest influences. He has shaped the way I think, how I treat people, and how I handle situations. Growing up, I always admired the discipline and strength he carried from his experiences in the Marines and later in law enforcement, where he worked his way up to become a Customs supervisor. Even though his job was demanding, he always made time to guide me and teach me lessons that would help me become a better man. The older I got, the more I realized that the values he taught me were not only helping me in high school but would also guide me throughout my life and in my interest in law enforcement. One of the biggest lessons my dad taught me was the importance of discipline. He often told me that discipline is what keeps a person moving forward even when motivation disappears. Because of his background in the Marines, he believed in being responsible, staying organized, and always giving his best effort. During high school, there were many times when I felt overwhelmed with assignments, sports, or personal stress. Especially schoolwork, considering I am in dual credit and taking extra classes. Instead of letting myself fall behind, I remembered the conversations my dad and I had about pushing through difficult moments. He taught me that success does not come from taking shortcuts, but from staying committed and working hard every day. Seeing the way he carried himself at work and at home motivated me to become a better man than he is. Another lesson my dad taught me was respect. Working in law enforcement exposed him to many different types of people and situations, and he always reminded me that respect can change how people respond to and treat you. He said that even when people are upset, treating them with patience and understanding can make a difficult situation better. In high school, I learned how important this lesson was when dealing with other classmates, teachers, and even family members. Instead of reacting with anger or frustration, I tried to communicate calmly and understand other people’s perspectives. Watching my dad lead others as a supervisor shows me that respect is not about being feared, but about earning trust through fairness and integrity. Beyond the lessons, my dad also showed me the value of protecting and helping others. Through his work in law enforcement, he demonstrated what it meant to serve a community. I saw how seriously he took his responsibilities and how much pride he had in keeping people safe. Even though his job is stressful, he continues to work hard because he believes in making a difference. His dedication inspired me to pursue my own interest in law enforcement to become a state trooper. I realized that law enforcement is not only about enforcing rules, but also about building trust, helping people during difficult moments, and being a positive role model. As I prepare for my future in law enforcement, I know that the lessons my dad taught me will continue to guide me. I want to carry the same discipline, respect, and determination into my education and future career. I understand that law enforcement requires responsibility, patience, and strong decision-making skills, and my dad has already helped prepare me for those challenges. I also hope to follow his example by treating others fairly and serving my community with integrity.

Selflessness means putting the needs of others before your own without expecting anything in return. I try to embody selflessness in my everyday life by being supportive, understanding, and willing to help people whenever I can. I believe that small acts of kindness can make a big difference in someone’s life, even if they seem simple at the moment. Being selfless is not always about doing something huge or dramatic, sometimes it is about noticing when someone is struggling and choosing to help because it is the right thing to do. One time that I'll never forget that really showed me the importance of selflessness happened at Walgreens. I was standing in line waiting to pay for a box of chocolates for my mother and a bag of chips for myself. When I noticed the person in front of me did not have enough money to cover what they had, which was some drinks, a tub of tooth paste, and a toothbrush. They were about twenty-dollars short, you could tell they were a little embarrassed as they kept checking their pockets for money. The cashier didn't say much, just stood there waiting but all they brought out was five dollars. It looked like they really needed the things so, without thinking too much about it, I stepped forward and offered to pay the remaining amount. The person looked shocked and froze like there was a ghost. He than kept telling me, "No it's fine I'll just put somethings back," but I didn't really listen and payed anyway. After, he kept thanking me over and over again. Even though it was only twenty dollars, I could tell that my help meant a lot to him in that moment. Seeing the relief on their face reminded me that kindness can have a powerful impact on people, especially during stressful situations. I did not help because I wanted attention or something in return. I helped because I knew I was in a position to make someone’s day a little easier. Acts of selflessness can inspire hope and remind people that there are still caring individuals in the world. I try to embody selflessness by being compassionate and willing to help others whenever possible. Whether it is supporting friends, helping family members, or assisting strangers, I believe kindness should be shared freely. The experience at Walgreens showed me that even small actions can leave a lasting impression and positively affect another person’s life.