I just received my acceptance letter to NASS about an hour ago. I know this is just one of the many steps in the long journey of receiving an appointment, attending the United States Naval Academy, and in becoming a Marine Officer. But to my parents, it's a completely different story. I'm upstairs in my room, reading the letter I had just received. I hear my mom downstairs on the phone with my Grandpa and she's crying. I listen closely and she's saying, "Who would have ever thought that the daughter of a little girl from Ponce, Puerto Rico and a farmer from Cave Junction, Oregon would someday attend the United States Naval Academy?" I started to tear up. I'm aware that this is just a step in such a long process, but it means so much more than that to my mom and dad. My mom grew up with NOTHING. She lived in a home with eight brothers and sisters, one meal a day, and abusive parents. She moved to California, alone, at 18 years old, with nothing but a few dollars in her hand. My dad made a living from dairy farms in Oregon and California, working from early mornings to late night since he was just twelve years old. He had to provide for his own mother and father, who served as a Navy Corpsman in WWII, but was paralyzed from multiple strokes. There is a point to my story. It's amazing how God works things out, especially for those who work hard and love Him. I was put here on this Earth to serve a purpose of protecting this great nation. If it wasn't for our United States Military, my mother would have never come to this great country to meet my father. She came knowing the opportunity there was in America, to live a free, fulfilling life. To see her daughter want to serve must mean a lot to her. I thought I'd share this with everyone. I cannot wait to serve you and your families in the years to come!