It had been a hot, humid day playing on the corner for Mississippi Joe and Willy Brown. Their white cotton shirts were completely soaked through with sweat and their throats were dry. They had received about two dollars from pedestrians, and were ready to end their day on the street. “I think it’s about time we head on over to the juke joint, Willy,” said Mississippi Joe. “You think we’ll get the stage tonight?” asked Willy.
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
When the roll is called up yonder is being chanted by thousands of mouths all packed into a stadium like building. Some people raise their hands in the air swaying back and forth. One man in the audience is playing a saxophone and he bumps into several people as he honks out a sweet simple tune. But few people take notice of the saxophonist because they are fixed on the man leading the ceremony.
The American experience is not unfamiliar to me, I have been visiting America since I was a child and as a child I always wanted to move to America. My first visit here I fell in love with the culture specifically the freedom of expression. However the opportunity did not emerge for me to move to America legitimately and as promising young child, I did not want to damage my future by moving to a country illegally where I could not live to my full potential. I stayed in Jamaica and I completed my University education as a registered nurse and had become comfortable with my life in Jamaica. I started working the spring of 2013 and upon receival of my first paycheck, I was reminded that this is not the place I wanted to be.
Are you a real American? I 'm not a real American by my standards. You can be a better American by helping all you see. I will try to do this from now on. I may not be strong or very bright
My identity has always felt inextricably linked to what Miami is. A city that is teeming with immigrants, a city with dreams stacked and slopped atop each other, and a city that is living proof of the failed American dream. I say so because of my early observation that generation after generation of immigrants often seemed to stay trapped in dead end jobs; I saw this within my own family – within my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and even my cousins. Here it was even within my own family tree the deep implicit message that there was no way out of our socioeconomic level. When I made it into an Ivy League college, it was a message that was slowly re-enforced by the fact that my demographic was the most represented in the custodial staff rather than within my own classmates.
In America we have a lot of freedoms. I think that us Americans don't realize how lucky we are to have the things we have and i think we need to be more aware of that. We are free to do most things we want, and we each need to be thankful for our lives as Americans. Also we need to be unique in our own ways. We all need to be leaders and not followers.
America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '
My Vision for America America is a great country, we are free and beautiful. We instill a symbol of strength and power before all nations. When we had nothing we proved to have it all. This country started small and is now a world power. The future will only strengthen us.
As an American, I enjoy many freedoms that people from other countries don’t. That may not seem fair, and it really isn’t, but I am grateful that I have these freedoms. I have the freedom of life. I don’t have to worry every day that I am going to die. I don’t live in a place where I am under attack.
What’s my view for America that’s a good question what I want for America to be in my eyes is to be a good and powerful economy. We have the ability to do so there is no need for war and violence this world is ours. So why can’t we just protect it what’s mine is yours. What we see now is not what is best for all the people in America the racism and cruelty between the races is crazy. My view is to have the best county
Life in the United States for my father and I had been unkind. We lived in a really beaten up trailer home in Northeast Portland. We had no money and were on the verge of becoming homeless. Too poor to buy food from the grocery store, we survived on partially spoiled food from local food banks and the extra food I would snatch from school. Our trailer, with poor 1970’s insulation and paper thin aluminum tin exterior, was practically a refrigerator during winter.
My Vision for America Helen Keller once said, “The only thing worse than being blind is having sight, but no vision.” As American´s we set our expectations high. We are all sure to achieve everything! My vision for America is for people to achieve their goals with that high expectations they set in the first place. In America there are four different kind of people, those who make things happen, those who watch things happen, those who wonder what happened, and the ones who don't know anything about what has happened.
My Vision for America My vision for America is that one day the pride and honor that was felt when you said you were from America would be restored. The type of pride we had after both world wars that made people feel honored and happy to be able to say that they lived in America. Imagine for me that it’s the late evening of September 1st, 1945; you walk across your living room and turn your radio on.
My vision for America is to go back and live in the days with lower taxes, lower obesity rate, and a happier life at home. No more divorced parents, no more having to ask a crush out via text, no more wishing that there was a way for kids to go outside and play instead of playing their new electronics. It’s hard to think that my children will have to experience so many different things than I did. They will never know what it is like to have to call on a home phone or have to sit through what the parents chose for the show on t.v because we didn’t have our own television in our rooms. My children will have to be the saviors of the pollution, the brains for our education, and the ones who carry on to try and love America like we
