Why I Esq-My Personal Statement

My mother played a large role in instilling in me a sense of strength and character. She taught me many fundamental values of life: how to be courageous, how to love wholeheartedly and the importance of giving. In January of 2001, I became indebted to her when I was able to put her teachings to use. Without warning, that month, my mother became ill, and as her only child everything became my responsibility. At the young age of sixteen, I gave my mother all of my time. I was in charge of her finances, preparing meals, and doing minor chores around the house in addition to my junior year course load. I became the adult because my mother was too weak to continue with her role as breadwinner and caretaker.

Even though I applied the skills my mother taught me and took on this role as an adult, I was still very much young and naïve. I could not provide for us financially, nor did I know of any resources that could help us. There were days where my mother could barely get out of bed. Before going to school, I would bring her light snacks that would sustain her until I came back from school. It never crossed my mind to have her see a doctor because as long she was breathing and speaking to me her situation was not that dire—but it was. I also did not think to tell anyone that we were going through this hard time because it did not seem that bad. Our refrigerator was always stocked with the necessities, the rent was paid on time and our utilities were never shut off. Looking back I have no recollection of how we were getting these provisions. My only memory is of my mother stressing the importance of giving and sharing because eventually everything would come back to me tenfold. I believed her.

Four months later in April, when my mother could no longer bear the pain, she decided to check herself into the hospital. After a series of tests, the doctors discovered a stomach infection that was spreading throughout her body. They needed to act quickly because judging by the severity of the infection, she did not have long to fight. Having seen my mother in such a serious condition, there was a moment where I fell apart. Albeit this moment was very brief, I cried for all the months that I thought I was helping through my silence. After wiping my fist full of tears, I remember collecting myself and putting the house in order. My mother needed an advocate and she had given me the necessary tools to be that advocate. At 16 years old, however, I did not have answers to the questions that she had. The questions were regarding Medical Leave of Absence from her job, the steps to applying for medical insurance and rehabilitation once she started her recovery.

Fast-forward 11 years later my mother is fully recovered, but there are other families going through similar issues that my mother and I experienced.  I’ve met these families in shelters, on street corners due to homelessness and even in church. These families need someone to not only advocate for them, but give them the necessary tools to advocate for themselves. I have made it my mission to be that person. These individuals, particularly women like my mother, go through periods in their life where their voice is stifled and they cannot stand or speak for themselves. They don’t have answers to the questions my mother was asking 11 years ago. I now have the answers to the questions and have a voice to speak up for these women when their situation becomes dire, and even before it does. If at any point in their lives, these women become too weak to stand on their own, I have learned through my mother how to stand and fight their battles for them.

My experiences at 16, my mother and all the individuals currently struggling have fueled my desire to study law. I am ready to take on the challenges. I am ready to take on the challenge of saving lives through advocacy, because it is necessary and I am committed.

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