Friday, July 23, 2010

What does it mean to be an American...

What does it mean to be an American...


In 1989, when I came to the United States, El Salvador was still experiencing a bloody civil war. Armed escorts and body guards were common. The streets were considered dangerous. As kids we often played indoors. Gun shots and bombs were part of the background noise. My experience growing up during war is a complete contrast to my experience for the last 21 years in America. There are no words that can explain what it means to me to be an American. How do you explain freedom, choice, peace of mind, opportunity, having rights, and having a voice (counting). Even thought now things are different in El Salvador I want to make sure my brother Marco has the same opportunities I have had. So this month I filed a petition with the US immigration department requesting his American residency. The process is simple but the waiting time is 10 years. 10 years! So, now that the paperwork is filed we wait... Marco, I wish you the same opportunities I have had and more. I love you kid brother.

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