The first day I came into this world was on January 27, 1998. My parents decided to name me Javier on that day. I tend to go by either Javier or Javi. I was born and raised in the small town of Lindsay, California. I come from a family of five kids. I happen to be the middle one. Before me, comes my oldest brother Antonio and then comes my only sister Julia. After me comes my little brother Gerardo and then comes the last one Ramon. My parents are both from a small town in México named Puruandiro, Michoacán. My parents, like many other Mexican parents, crossed the border illegally. My parents have taught me to work for what I want and to appreciate what I have. We as a family have worked hard to get what we have. We own our own house which we add and do more changes as time passes by. My parents both work, my dad is a forklift driver for pick, pack, and haul and my mom works in a packing house. Both my parents work hard breaking their backs to put food on the table every day and for us to have clothes on our backs. We have had a couple lost in the family. My grandfather from my dad’s side passed away on January 1, 2013 and my grandmother from my mom’s side passed away on January 17, 2013. I have had a lot of family issues but I still manage to get through them with support of my own family and of friends. My parents push me to achieve my goal of becoming a sheriff. I am in the explorer program where I train to get prepared for the academy.