Submitted by Joe Orozco on April 22, 2013 - 6:20pm
I’ve lived in the United States nearly all my life. My memories of Nicaragua are vague, scattered images of a toddler that amount to little more than remote snapshots of another world. I have never visited my birth place, and so the other world reference is as tangible as my sense of gratitude for every opportunity I have been granted by my adoptive country. No day has inspired as strong a sense of personal achievement as the day I took the oath to become a United States citizen.