July 20, 2006, is the day my world flipped upside down. It was the day I immigrated to the United States of America. Half of my life I lived in Uzbekistan. The night before my family and I immigrated, I remember family and friends at my house in Uzbekistan tearing up, saying their goodbyes and helping us pack. My parents did not sleep that night. My mother left her parents, friends, everything she cherished. My father left his mother, his brother, his sisters, his business just to take a chance on me and my brother. They left everything and took a chance on us. Disappointing them, so far, is probably my greatest fear. So, I must live boldly. I must constantly push myself and I must never settle.