Luis Ruiz 15 August 2008 LĂderes de Hoy National Essay Contest
Diversity Jose Del Cid, originally from Nicaragua, immigrated to the U.S. as an infant. I was ten when I came to this country and met Jose, who would soon become my best friend. When I arrived to Hilton Head Island in 1998, there were only a few other kids in school who spoke Spanish, so Jose was actually my only friend for a while. At school, Jose would translate for me and help me with assignments. He even taught me how to swim at our apartment's indoor pool. Unlike me, Jose had more than one friend. He was one of the most "popular" kids in school actually. This I attributed to his polite, generous, and outgoing nature. I even remember making fun of him for his choice of words when he spoke to elders. Eight years later, my uncle entered my room in the middle of the night with the phone in his hand, hesitant to wake me up. Despite the weakness and emotion in her voice, I was still able to recognize Jose's mother on the phone. What I could not comprehend was the news she could barely grasp herself. My friend Jose had not made it home from work the night before. I lay shaking in bed till morning, overwhelmed by fear and confusion. The day of Jose's wake ceremony, I was surprised to see so many people of diverse ethnic backgrounds patiently waiting to enter an already crowded home. From the expressions on their faces I assumed they had known him very well. That day I witnessed the fruit resulting from Jose's cultivation of kindness and generosity in the people he knew. I feel the need to share this story because it was thanks to this friendship that I became aware that no matter where you are