I was born in Harlem Hospital located in New York City. I feel blessed that I was born in Harlem for it is a historic place. I feel proud when I think of this spot on earth that was home to such intelligent people like John Henrik Clarke, Arthur A. Schomburg, Adam Clayton Powell Jr., and A. Phillip Randolph to name a few. I still remember going to shop on 125th Street with my mom as a youngster; I loved going there. It was full of life and had a different energy, to me this street felt like Christmas Day everyday. Another reason my birth in Harlem is special is because I was the first member of my family born in the United States of America. All my immediate relatives at the time of my birth were from Dominican Republic.
The Dominican Republic is very special to me, for there is a whole different culture and country that is part of my heritage. I feel very lucky to have had the opportunity to experience another perspective to how people live and struggle outside the United States. It made me realize how lucky I am to live in a country that has the resources that this country has. It also made me think twice about squandering all the opportunities that this country has to offer. America has its problems, racism, a revolving door justice system, poverty and an increasing juvenile crime rate but it also gives you an opportunity get ahead if you decide that you want to. I truly believe that if you put your mind and will into it, there is nothing you cant accomplish in America.
When I was four years old, my biological dad and mom were separated, at the time I had a two-year-old brother and a sister on the way. I recall a feeling of sorrow in my heart; maybe it was because I missed my father. I coped by playing with my little brother Edwin and watching cartoons.
Although that was a time of sadness, there were plenty of happy moments also. I recall how happy I was when I taught my little brother how to walk; I remember that day vividly. He was wearing a brown and yellow sweater when he took his first steps alone. I screamed out at the top of my lungs to my mom to come see him wobble; it was so funny. Edwin made me feel so proud of him. I also recall thinking, Finally hes walking.My mom is special to me because of so many reasons. I could probably write a book on the topic. She came to America in 1970 and was the first person in my entire family to step foot on foreign land. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for her. She was only nineteen years old and the only thing she knew how to say in English is no peek inglis which in our language means I dont speak English. I feel that it takes a lot of courage to do what she did; my nickname for her is "The Trailblazer".
The most special thing about my mom is her ability to be unselfish. She always placed her kids needs first. Now that Im a parent of two, I see how hard life can be at times. It makes me appreciate what she did for us more. I will never forget the...