I arrived in the United States alone as a teenager and was fortunate to be supported by compassionate individuals whose kindness was admirable. I also received assistance from my foster family, social services, educational institutions, and churches. As I grew older, I developed a passion for social work, aspiring to demonstrate love and share in the struggles of those around me, particularly those unable to care for themselves.
In my early years in America, not knowing English made me feel lost, disoriented, and disabled. Wherever I went, I needed guidance and explanations, and I often felt comforted by others. I had a voice but couldn’t express my thoughts, and I could hear but not understand. School was a lonely and frustrating experience because I couldn’t participate in academic programs or activities.
Through my social work, I was connected to the VTCMV Group, where parents tirelessly seek ways to help their children, showing patience and resilience like my foster parents. Each student in the VTCMV Group reminded me of myself—helpless, dependent, frustrated by the inability to communicate, and saddened by the lack of peer interaction. This experience bonded me with the group and made me a supportive member.
A phrase that deeply resonates with me is, “Love others as you love yourself.”