With New York as my playground, I have not romped around alone. My family has supported me along the way, believing in me when I did not. Being a first generation Peruvian-American, family and heritage are important to me. I, like most Americans, am a child of immigrants.
For many, coming to this country meant leaving a former life behind but I, along with my siblings, have been blessed to have been born here. It meant one less hurdle, yet the road to success is heavily strewn with obstacles. My education, both in Stuyvesant High School and Baruch College, helps me analyze and deconstruct barriers blocking my path.
Born and raised in the hubbub of New York City, learning comes easily to me. In a community full of colorful, diverse cultures, it is commonplace to step outside and encounter new people. That is the best part of having grown up in the city that never sleeps. It was easy to be young and get lost in the loud music, the heavy smells, and the barrage of culture. Everyday was an immersion lesson in a different language, a prayer in a new religion, a meal sat around a table of strangers. It can be overwhelming for some but I take each step through life as an experience, every person I meet is an opportunity to learn. Every fear conquered is a step forward in my path. In the end, I know I can do more than the limitations of my imagination.