He tallks about his son’s service in the army and how proud he is to be an American.
He escaped from Darfur at the age of 18 to obtain the freedoms we cherish in America.
He tells you the story of how he reached out to the homeless and personally made a difference.
He talks about the work ethic of his parents who brought his family here from Albania.
She talks about her 96-year-old grandmother who helped raise money for 9/11 victims.
Tells the story of her Chinese grandfather, one of the founders of Scottsdale, Arizona.
She escaped religious persecution to pursue a better life for herself and her children.
In love letters her parents wrote she shares their pain of separation & fight for freedom.
President of Westminster College, he helped an Afghani friend move his family to the U.S.
She talks about her father’s incredible journey to build a successful life in America.
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Mr. Lapore,
What an inspirational story about your grandfather! My family has been a part of the United States since it’s founding. However, because of my marriage to an Italian citizen, I am a new citizen of Italy. For this reason, I can appreciate your grandfather even more.
It takes a lot of courage, chutzpah, and intelligence to go to a country with a language different than that of your native tongue, assimilate, and be successful. It’s not easy. I am pretty sure that there were days in which your grandfather probably got frustrated and wanted to go back but instead he toughed it out and became a successful man. He is an inspiration for me as an American immigrant to Italy. Thank you so much for sharing!
I’m one of those lost Americans, one who’s been here long enough that I don’t much think of myself as an “immigrant.” It was rumored our Ulster Scot folks came in the mid 1700s, after leaving the Ulster Plantations, before the revolution; they married the English side; some Pennsylvania Dutch about a hundred years later in 1830, and finally one stray Hungarian in 1913– who was the immigrant I wrote papers about in school when we were told to identify ourselves that way. But really, I was always just “An American.” Often I feel there is little place for us here. My family lost plenty in the Confederacy, and thought we were fighting for the Constitutional Republic, which is how it still looks to me. WWII, also. We were part German, but fighting Germans. I hope that people such as myself stop being too ashamed to say what there experience was— I feel we have a right to be proud, also. Many times, in my city, I have passed people carrying signs, protesting, even yelling at people such as myself to “Go Back to Europe.” I have never said a word, but it makes me angry. I hope others will start, as I have done, to speak out, and to say that people here before the revolution, and who have lost family in all the wars, have “helped make the country,” too. Thank you for your site.
I’m an American, no real big story to go with me, except my family came here from Switzerland over a hundred years ago, and they did it legally. My parents were not real patriots, but they did beleive in our right to vote, and to appreciate that right. They taught me too, that voting was a big deal, that if we (I) wanted something to happen for the good of Americans, I needed to cast my vote. And so I have. I also asked congress and the senate not to pass that stimulus, but big surprise, my voice was ignored.
I feel tho, that if we as good honest Americans care to keep our country free, and prosperous, it’s up to us to get those jokers in congress removed. So for me my next job is to vote, vote, vote against Obama, and his house of thieves. and put them in their places. many of them in jail. That is my American Story.
Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.
America is a great Nation.