Enoch’s Historical Fiction Vignettes

Poor People on the Street

All the people on the street, all those poor people, I was exactly like them at first whenX I came to America. They are begging and struggling hard to live. They traveled overseas seeking for the opportunities and freedom in America, but all they do is beg and work to earn only 4 dollars a week.
I remember the day I came to America. It was all weird and awkward like wearing a pair of shoes that don’t fit when I was walking around the streets of America. Strange people spoke a language that I could barely understand and speak, different people with different skin colors and tones. It felt like I was on a different planet.
Like most of the immigrants, I dreamed about being able to own a nice and enormous house with a beautiful garden and enjoying my wealthy life that I didn’t have before. I am a very lucky man to have a successful business which made me able to afford whatever I wanted.
As I look at all those new immigrants from all over the world who are passionate about achieving their dreams in America and reminds me of myself in old days, I feel like I have to help them to achieve their dreams too. Like Andrew Carnegie, who was my role model, I wanted to contribute to this country and help people with my money. I wanted to be the guy who doesn’t waste his money by himself and inspires people with their acts and doings.



The American Dream

When we arrived to the Ellis island, huge crowd of people rushed into the building like a herd of running buffaloes to quickly get into the immigration center which led them to New York, America, the country full of opportunities.
The immigration center was a huge building that could accommodate thousands and millions of people. Only by looking at the immigration center, I could feel how amazing America was.
When my turn came, people were inspecting and checking up on me if I had any diseases or sicknesses–my whole body was shaking before I saw a guy who was sent back to his country because the inspectors found out he was sick. I didn’t want to give up all my chances that I would get, plans that I thought about, and dreams I had in my mind.
They started to ask me some questions. The inspector asked, “What is your name and why did you come to the America?”. I answered the question with my poor English, but I tried my best to explain all of my amazing plans. The inspector listened to me carefully and gave me some advices which I didn’t really understand. He smiled at me and said, “You are good to go”.
I found myself running towards the exit of the center. A group of people with white uniforms with a red cross next to the exit sign gave me a donut and a cup of coffee. I was sitting down on the bench with my closed eyes, enjoying the moment with a donut and a cup of coffee dreaming how amazing my life in America would be.



The day I lost all of my money

The day I went out to the streets, the day I started to beg for money, the day I lost all of my money, the day I gave up all of my dreams that made my life different.
I was a wealthy businessman and I wanted to help poor immigrants achieve their dreams. But I decided to start buying stocks from stock markets with the money that I have earned to earn more and more money.
At first, the motive of buying stocks was just simply to earn more money. All of a sudden, I realised that I was addicted to it, but I couldn’t stop it and I couldn’t figure out the way out–it felt like I was stuck in a complex maze.
I can clearly remember the day when the companies started to fall and break down that all my stocks became worthless that it just became a useless piece of paper. I had no idea what was going to happen next. I had no money. I quitted my job relying on to the stocks, but now I really needed a job back. I couldn’t find one–even a bathroom cleaner.
The owner of the house kicked me out of the house. I needed a shelter to protect me and a job to live. My body was shaking and I had a bad headache. I couldn’t think of anything. I went out to the streets and started to scream and shout and to tell people my sad story, but nobody was there for me to listen to my desperate situation. I had no hope. I dropped all the way to the bottom from the top.


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