Period 2
May 11, 2012
My Father
My dad José Orozco came to the United
States to get a better life. He came in the late 1970’s when he was 17 years
old. Jose would just work in little dinners in long beach. Jose came for one
good reason and it was to for he can get a better life. . He told me, “I wanted
to work good here to help my family in México”. With his hard work he did make
it come true. My dad would take mostly any job and kept going at it he was a
very hard worker he would never get tired. He said that, “as long as I have
work I have nothing to worry about because I would just save my money and not
waste it on dumb things like cigarettes and alcohol drinks”. That’s good
because if you add up the money you waste a lot of money a year. If for any
reason they laid him off first thing in the morning he would go early to go
find work. Every month he sent my grandpa money to buy things he needed. He
would work in restaurants and the owner wasn’t paying him what he deserved and
to little hours even though “Unemployment stayed
close to its natural rate -- at any time 4 or 5 percent of people are
unemployed -- during the first half of the 1970s. After 1974, unemployment
averaged 7.9 percent and some years saw the rate reach more than 9 percent,
according to the BLS” {ehow.com}.Jose just didn’t want to lose his job. He
just decided to leave from there and when he did the owner saw he was actually
losing money because he had to hire more people to do the jobs. So the owner
called my dad and told him to come back and my dad did. After when he was 25
years old he started to work in construction. He worked in construction for 25
years.” Immigrants account for nearly 30 percent of construction workers {ehow.com}”.
Before he came he lived in Arandas Jalisco with his grandparents because my
grandma died giving birth and my grandpa was leaving to Léon Guanajuato but dad just stayed with his grandpa.
Work
cited
Ehow. Ask.Demand media inc. 1999.
4-12-12. Web page.
Radical Revision
My father
My
dad was the best worker
He
never gave up
Always
working never stopping
Construction
was his passion
Everyday
lifting drywall
Trying
to put food on the table
Filling
me up with joy to make me happy
Happiness
was one thing he really gave us
Caring
for me
Loving
me
Kissing
me to show how much he cared
Showing
he was just one of a kind
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