When I think of the American Dream I think of my family. I am a first generation American. My grandfather immigrated to America from Ireland in the 1950’s to find work to support his family. He became a chef in Boston and eventually saved up enough money to send my grandmother, father and uncle over to the states to start a new life. A better life. Slowly but surely they settled in and worked their way up in society. My father worked a successful job, met my mother and eventually graduated from college while working full time to support our family.

I am continuing to live that dream. My family taught me the value hard work. From an early age I was taught that if I wanted to get anywhere, I would have to earn it. I started working when I was 15, scooping ice cream after school and sports practices. I tried hard in school, knowing that bad grades would not get me anywhere. I didn’t want to let my family down.

I’ve recently finished college, one of my life’s goals and it feels amazing. I know not everyone is as lucky as me to receive great education. My dedication to working hard has paid off. I currently work my dream job as a reporter for a major newspaper. I’m only 22. I hope from here things will only get better. I know this would not have been possible if my family didn’t decide to follow their dreams and come to America, the land of opportunity. Anything is possible in this country. If you work hard you can succeed.