When I was in middle school, my parents made the decision to move our family from Santiago, Chile, to the U.S. – leaving behind loved ones, friends and familiar surroundings. They did this for the benefit of their children’s future.
As an 11-year-old who spoke primarily Spanish, my English was rusty and slow. But my excitement to be part of this new culture helped me assimilate quickly. I had always wondered what the American dream actually meant – and it didn’t disappoint.
From winning awards for accelerated reading (who knew this was a thing here?), to competing on a state level for writing awards, to becoming involved in extracurricular activities that championed healthy competition and an emphasis on self-development – I fell in love with this country.
By the time I was in high school – like many other juniors – I was hoping to get into the right college. I focused on being involved and working hard on my grades. I was confident I was on the right path. I had everything going for me academically, except a legal status, I would later find out.
When I learned of my reality near college application time, I felt defeated and hopeless. I felt suffocated – I couldn’t let my efforts and hard work go in vain. I tried everything and anything to put myself through college, although I didn’t have access to apply for government or private loans, or any sort of aid.
If my Hispanic background has taught me anything, it’s the ability to have a laser focus in making a goal a reality, no matter how unattainable it seems. Many times over, my mother and grandmother stressed the power of this belief: “Where there is a will there’s a way, as long as you work hard.” That motto helped me build resilience and strength whenever it seemed like I was swimming upstream.
That inspiration – and a little faith – helped me create opportunities for success despite my circumstances. Since I couldn’t work legally, I worked for myself selling Mary Kay cosmetics and skin care. I built my business through cold calls and referrals, training and hiring other women around rural Ohio as an 18-year-old. I was building a team and paying my way through college with the help of private scholarships, writing contests that awarded cash prizes, and finding creative ways to pay for tuition.
Three-and-a-half years later, I graduated from Miami University in Ohio. But it was also the summer I spent in New York City before I graduated that helped pave the way toward my professional goals. I interned (unpaid) at P. Diddy’s Blue Flame Agency, MTV Networks and worked four side jobs.
A few months later, with a work permit in hand through the government program, Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA), I was accepted into the NBC Page Program in New York City. After rotating throughout several different shows as part of my time as an NBC Page, I finally landed a coveted assignment at “Morning Joe” where I’ve been ever since.
I would have never been able to achieve those things without grit, scrappiness and a knack for hard work – all things I owe to my Hispanic background and the values instilled by my family.
Yet growing up in this country, I’ve always found myself caught between two cultures. Once I lost my Spanish accent, and after four years in a predominantly white high school, I felt fully assimilated into the American culture.









