Achieving 2 of The American Dreams

I went through hell for about 27 years so I could become a naturalized American citizen yesterday. I for once thought that I would be carried away in an ambulance since I am pretty weak, an emotional guy who cries when a poor dog is killed, none the less to feel that one day I was about to be deported from this great country, and next day I was raising my right hand to take the oath of allegiance to become a naturalized citizen of my now country. But after being next to a guy from Turkey who seemed to be bored, as if he was sent to hear a sentence before a judge, I felt somehow at peace, though a little bit emotional, some debris felt in my eye which made me cry a little bit. :joy:

I can’t call myself a winner in the economic sense. I never made any money as a seller over the sentiments of naïve or unsuspected people who’d trust me only to see them being back stabbed by my greedy actions. No, I rather lived my life broke than laying down on the bed at night arguing with my conscience about why I did anything.

So, yesterday, July 21, 2016 I raised my hand to pledge alliance to this country and leave behind any love for any other king or type of government. My eyes got somehow a little bit wet, I am sentimental, noble, though strong to accept destiny not without any fighting. 10 years ago, I was told that I had to fight my case in an immigration court. Some of you have read parts of my story, my sister dying of cancer and promising “miracles” and whatnot. I can tell you, miracles exist, and I am one of them through the deeds of others, starting with my resting in peace sister, God bless her heart.

I was saved by the bell. An application I submitted in 1991 was found. Allegedly hundreds if not thousands of Guatemalans got their applications misplaced or lost in transit, name the negligence, it happened. I was one of them and by doing a research of what documents to present to fight my case I found them. I got to see the asylum officers one more time and I won my case not without waiting for another 2 years to be vindicated in immigration court. 5 years later after becoming a legal resident of this country I became a naturalized citizen.

During the ceremony, out of nowhere Mike Honda was invited to talk to us. I really said to myself that here we go, another politician to make a statement about the usual. Was I wrong…He told us about the diversity, the multiple races, ethnicities and nationalities that have made this country so great. Of course, we were told of how he had to put aside the anger for have been an internment camp tenant during the second world war.

What stroke me the most is that he said something like this: “I am here to congratulate you for becoming a citizen of the USA. I know some of you came from far away places, some waited too long, some a very short time, but I can’t lie to you, I don’t know, I can’t feel what you are feeling because I was born here so I can’t feel what you are feeling now”.

And, that is the main point of my topic. Most of people I know, seem to go around, living, breathing, b…t ching about most everything, including the presence of illegals or any other person they don’t like. But, very deep, they ignore, they can’t feel the urgency of what many people like me have had for many years, where having money is nothing if we are not called “Americans”.

I compare that sentiment to a rich kid born with the silver spoon in his mouth. Poverty, lack of anything are feelings they will never feel. Being a millionaire, pales in comparison to be called an American, or a naturalized citizen of the United States of America. Like one of those dirty politicians out there, I can assure you, and not lie to you, that becoming an American citizen is wonderful, incredible, amazing.

I achieved 2 American dreams already. One is to be a homeowner, we found the home of our dreams, the second is to be an American. Any other third, or fourth dream to achieve is welcome.

I think somebody once said in Latin: Veni, Vidi, Vici.

Yes guys, there’s more than calling yourself an American. There it is, the efforts of millions like your great grandparents to overcome racism, economic reasons, injustice, death, in order to come here, behave as any decent people to achieve their goals of belonging to the greatest country on earth. Anybody not believing that, is pretty welcome, invited to take the place of those seeking the American dream.


Wow, @buyinghouse, that is AWESOME!!! Congratulations!!! My contact lenses just started bothering me for some reason…:cry:

Congratulations buyinghouse!!!

So, you’ll be voting for Trump in the upcoming election now? :grin:

Congratulations, buyinghouse. As a lurker, I always appreciated reading your posts, and it’s great to see your dream finally came true…

Congrats, great milestones and Kudos to you…

Thank you guys!
Believe me when I say it, being a permanent resident of this country and then a citizen is a celebration as Mike Honda said, something you born in this country can’t never, ever go through thus never realizing how much it affects the lives of many who left their countries, family and wealth for the only purpose of save their lives or have a better future, and perhaps, to have the feeling there’s more to life than being rich or famous.

Tell you the truth, this ceremony came after I had to beach about the “unfair” treatment I got form the DHS. I am the reason my wife is here as a resident and then as a citizen so I was so pissed at the fact that she was interviewed in May and 19 days later she was taking the oath.

I got somehow mad, disappointed because my situation was somehow perilous, it only took a felony in my record to be deported, so imagine my desperation thinking that a car accident where I was involved would turn into a felony of some sorts, or any fight with the criminals over here would turn into me going to jail and then straight to the deportation proceedings where I could fight the system with a lawyer but that’s another story.

So, a day after my wife became a citizen of the US I made my first call, an officer responded but I didn’t have a case number, it was somewhere, he told to me find it and call back, slamming the phone. I called back minutes later with the case number and another officer perceiving my angst and madness told me that after I hung up he would create an inquiry. It was on Friday, next Monday I checked online and to my surprise I was scheduled for an interview. Everything cool, right?

I go to my interview, all prepared, 100 questions embedded in my smart brain, lol…I get to talk to this Indian guy, he and his wife for the interview, which is something I scalded the DHS for, why my wife first and forgot about me when it could have been a family thing. I see only males calling names, I knew for some instincts that a female interviewer would be better. I told the Indian guy how unlucky I was, my case taking 27 years, yada, yada, yada…I am called, a female officer!

She tells me to stand right there in the middle of the room, made me swear to tell the truth, and to my surprise she didn’t ask me one by one all the questions that I had answered oin the application. They ask anyone one by one all the questions and check your answers. She just asked me if my name was OK and then she asked me what I consider the most ridiculous questions, the name of the current president, who was the speaker of the house, one of the longest rivers in the US, and 3 more I forgot. I answered them one by one so after 6 she made me read a sentence “who was the president during the civil war?” and then made me write the answer. I even made a boo boo by forgetting to write the “l” between o and n in Lincoln. OK she said, you are being approved.

I go out, my eyes a little bit watery. I tell the Indian guy, he shakes my hand but…I see his wife returning from the interview with a piece of paper that entitled her to go to the ceremony 3 days later. I go…what the F and what the H?..I made somebody contact my interviewer, she comes out and tells me…well mister Henry, what happens is that we don’t have your complete file, otherwise you would be in the ceremony next Thursday but, be happy, you’re in, perhaps in a month you will be taking the oath. :imp:

Definitely I would love to vote for Trump. Only to prove some people how disastrous he would be. Perhaps if he shows his tax returns, but that’s a topic for another time. :laughing:

To tell those who want to remain anonymous that I don’t care to be known, this is me and my kids. Don’t put bounty of my head please…:innocent:

Don’t mind my bald head, I lost that hair in the process. :sweat_smile:


Congrats buyinghouse! Well done. I remember when my father became a citizen. My mom dressed my brother and I up, and we made the long drive to cheyenne (I think?) wyoming. It was a big day, and I’ll remember it forever. The secret to america’s success always has been and always will be the immigrant population.

Your job is now to make sure that when your children become millionaires, they remember where they came from :slight_smile:

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Congrats @buyinghouse! Now go register to vote and let’s stop Trump together! :smile:

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You betcha manch!

Thanks telemarker!
I believe that rather than teaching them how to become millionaires, I rather teach them that diversity and the respect for others is the base for a country to be a successful one.

I appreciate your kind words.

:sweat_smile: One thing though.

They call the name of all the nations that supposedly have representatives in the group of wannabe citizens. From Azerbaijan to Turkey I think, I don’t remember their names. It was amazing to see that most of the new citizens were hailing from Asia, you name it India, Vietnam or Philippines.

So, I was waiting for Guatemala to be called thinking that I wouldn’t be the only one. Yes, I was the only one jumping for the last time celebrating my then country. :sweat_smile:

My daughter asked me after the ceremony if I had done something when they call Guatemala. I told her I jumped and yelled its name. She, very candid said…I didn’t!..I asked her why? …Because I wasn’t born over there…:laughing::laughing: