EXPERIENCE

Experience



Experience

My name is Gilberto Allen. I was born overseas in the Canal Zone, Panama City Panama, on February 5, 1952. I'm the youngest child of 2 siblings from a very deeply rooted catholic military family. My biological father died when I was 8 years of age. As far as I can remember prior to my fathers death, my sister and I enjoyed a relatively and comfortable childhood. However, when my father died the bills begun to pile up. The comfort which my sister and I once enjoyed over the previous years began to crumble after our savings was quickly depleted to pay the bills, thus forcing my mother to become the head of the household and bread earner overnight. She was forced to seek employment to pay the bills and stay current with basic needs and keep the family afloat, but assuming the role of head of household was extremely hard and difficult for her, since she had never worked a single day in her life. Yes, for the next 3 years I endured great amount of sadness due his death and my mother's in ability to play, build, fish, and wrestle and do certain fun things he and I had in common.

Ever since I was age 7 while attending elementary, Jr High and High School I had made up my mind to join the military. I had countless dreams of becoming some type of uniformed member such as a; Military Service Member, Police Officer, Fire Fighter, or Pilot .My aspirations and ambition got more intense when my mother re-married the second time. Her second marriage was to a member in the US ARMY who took us under his wings, of course not with out controversy from his parents for adopting what they had perceived to be a “ready made familly”, this resulted in undue hardship to the relationship

She reverted back to been a house wife and no longer was required to punch a clock I could tell that she was elated that our life's was somewhat back to normal. However, until this date it stills remains uncertain to me, the true cause of such elation. I frequently ask my self, was such elation due to the fact that she found it hard to cope with working to sustain the family and assuming a fatherly role as well, or if in fact she had noticed the degree of sadness that (we) my sister and I had foregone during the last 3 years with out a male role figure in our life's.

As a teenager. I was a role model to many kids at school and the community in which I resided. I was very strict, never tried drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, stealing, or tagging, you name it not even under peer pressure. However, I must admit I did become somewhat of a (Bully) in a positive way, solely in the defense of other kids who were constantly been harassed and cohersed by others to do unwanted acts such ...