I am currently a senior at El Paso High. It is that time of the season that college applications and scholarships need to be filled out. School counselors are constantly reinforcing us to apply, apply, and apply! I send what used to be fun filled weekends of dates and adventures, writing essays for schools across the country and reasons why I deserve scholarship money.
Some of my friends have already finished applying to schools. All they had to do was apply to the local community college and they were done. It was their only option around here. They are illegal immigrants.
One of them is the brightest in my class. His name is Jose and he is always involved in some sort of activity whether it may be leadership, sports, or service. He doesn’t have any money to go to school since his parents never saved any. Jose also can’t apply to scholarships or larger schools since he doesn’t have legal documents.
On my weekend taking a break from school stuff I was hanging out with Jose and some of our other friends. We were just goofing off and were planning on heading to one of our houses to watch a new movie from the Red Box. We decided to head to mine and about half way through the movie Jose got a call on his cell phone.His mom sounded really worried on the other end. I couldn’t really understand since she was talking in Spanish but what I did pick up was that he was needed at home , casa.
Jose got up and said he had to leave. I told him I would come with him since I was the one that had picked him up.Once we arrived to Jose’s house we found a trail of blood leading past his door. Jose booked it to his living room, with me close behind to find his mom wrapping towels and bandages around a man’s shoulder. I didn’t know it at that time but the man was Jose’s cousin. I could tell from his mother’s language that I wasn’t supposed to be there but I stayed and helped the best I could from the things I had learned in my EMT class so far.
At the end of the night all that I could to do help was stop the bleeding in the man’s shoulder. Turns out it that Jose’s cousin had been smuggled across the border with his wife earlier that night and had been fine until the very last strip of the journey to Jose’s house, while crossing through a ranch a stray bullet had hit him. He didn’t even know that someone was out with a gun on that ranch. He wouldn’t say his name in fear of me ratting him out to authorities but I know he was searching for something greater in this country.
Some of my friends have already finished applying to schools. All they had to do was apply to the local community college and they were done. It was their only option around here. They are illegal immigrants.
One of them is the brightest in my class. His name is Jose and he is always involved in some sort of activity whether it may be leadership, sports, or service. He doesn’t have any money to go to school since his parents never saved any. Jose also can’t apply to scholarships or larger schools since he doesn’t have legal documents.
On my weekend taking a break from school stuff I was hanging out with Jose and some of our other friends. We were just goofing off and were planning on heading to one of our houses to watch a new movie from the Red Box. We decided to head to mine and about half way through the movie Jose got a call on his cell phone.His mom sounded really worried on the other end. I couldn’t really understand since she was talking in Spanish but what I did pick up was that he was needed at home , casa.
Jose got up and said he had to leave. I told him I would come with him since I was the one that had picked him up.Once we arrived to Jose’s house we found a trail of blood leading past his door. Jose booked it to his living room, with me close behind to find his mom wrapping towels and bandages around a man’s shoulder. I didn’t know it at that time but the man was Jose’s cousin. I could tell from his mother’s language that I wasn’t supposed to be there but I stayed and helped the best I could from the things I had learned in my EMT class so far.
At the end of the night all that I could to do help was stop the bleeding in the man’s shoulder. Turns out it that Jose’s cousin had been smuggled across the border with his wife earlier that night and had been fine until the very last strip of the journey to Jose’s house, while crossing through a ranch a stray bullet had hit him. He didn’t even know that someone was out with a gun on that ranch. He wouldn’t say his name in fear of me ratting him out to authorities but I know he was searching for something greater in this country.
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