I looked into thirty faces of eager and anxious students — most of who had been in this country for less than a week. We spoke about capitalizing on this world class opportunity and the importance of being accountable to those that made sacrifices, so that they could pursue their dreams.
In a strange way I saw myself in their place. A crazy time warp that brought my own journey to America front and center. I recall walking countless miles to buy a pillow, of having very little money, and being alone in this country. I lived in LA on $400 a month.
I bussed dishes, worked the sandwich counter, managed the library for two years.
The joke? I was so broke that even the poor felt sorry for me!
My journey is not unique. There are thousands of foreign students who make America home, over time. I did however work hard – pushed more by a fear of failure than a will to succeed. How could I ever let my parents down? Quitting was never an option.
There are not a lot of countries in this world where you can start at the bottom, work hard, and make a life for yourself. That’s the true beauty of America.
The land of opportunity. The sad part? This opportunity is not recognized by millions who were born here. For these young students, the world is their oyster, but first they have to prove their mettle.
About Hemant Rustogi