Focusing on U.S. investment immigration and listening to American stories: His biological father was one of the first African students to enter the University of Hawaii, and this student from Kenya attracted his mother, a beautiful American white girl. After knowing each other for a few months, they married due to an unexpected pregnancy, and because of opposition from family and friends, they did not inform anyone about their marriage. However, two years after he was born, his biological father returned to his homeland with another woman. His mother did what most women of that era would not do—marry an African man, give birth to his child, and then get divorced. Although her life would be very difficult afterward, she was resolute. He later said that his mother's character was truly one of passionate love and hate.
After the divorce, his mother struggled to make a living with him. Later, she met a stepfather, a student from Indonesia, and they moved to Indonesia. In the suburbs of Jakarta, the roads were full of potholes, inflation was severe, and his classmates at school called him "black boy" because of his dark skin, curly hair, and overweight body. He ran home asking his mother for money to buy soap, wanting to wash away his skin's color, but his mother told him that being black should not make him feel inferior.
Later, he was sent to Hawaii, where he grew up under the care of his grandmother. Due to his intelligence, he was admitted to the best local school. This school had a majority of white children, with only three black children, and once again he seriously doubted his skin color, while unintentional actions among relatives deepened his fear of his color.
One evening, his grandmother returned home angrily, complaining about encountering a beggar while waiting for a bus. She had given him a dollar, but he asked for more, which frightened her. He curiously asked, "We have encountered beggars before, why were you not afraid then?" His grandmother angrily replied, "But this time it was a black man!"
He was stunned. The disgust his grandmother naturally expressed towards black people deeply hurt his soul, and he doubted that if he were not her grandson, she would hate him as much as she hated garbage. To boost his confidence, he boasted to his classmates that his father was an African prince, and he was naturally a royal descendant. Strangely, his classmates believed his lies, and he began to socialize with people confidently. Confident yet insecure, seemingly happy but actually suffering and confused, this was a true reflection of his mental state at that time.
Soon, the rebellious phase arrived. As a teenager, he became an addict, just like any desperate black youth, not knowing the meaning of life. His family was poor, his skin color was ridiculed, his future was hopeless, and the path to success was so twisted that he could not even find the way. He went through a period of absurdity, doing many foolish things such as skipping school, using drugs, and chasing girls, becoming a complete "bad boy." No one knew what to do with him, and many teachers predicted: "Prisons in all states of America are always open to him!"
At this time, his mother, in pursuit of a doctoral degree, voluntarily went to Indonesia to work in anthropology. He was puzzled by his mother's actions, but she told him that one should have aspirations, do what one loves, and be beneficial to others to achieve true happiness. He suddenly had an epiphany, regaining the long-lost dream—though I am black, I want to earn your respect.
He accepted his black identity, studied hard, and while being admitted to Columbia University, he also followed his mother’s example by volunteering in the community. He discovered that helping others truly brings happiness, especially helping the disadvantaged, which gave him a sense of achievement and joy.
Therefore, after graduating from college, he only worked a high-paying job on Wall Street for two years before resolutely engaging in community service in the black community of Chicago. The work involved small tasks such as road maintenance, lighting, housing repairs, and labor relations coordination. Although it was trivial and low-paying, he took it very seriously. With this good record, he was admitted to Harvard Law School to pursue a Doctor of Jurisprudence degree. Like his mother, he began to work selflessly for the happiness of more people.
However, his mother passed away from cancer at this time. Before her death, she completed a 1000-page doctoral thesis, providing a detailed and practical analysis of Indonesian farmers, which inspired him deeply. While handling his mother's funeral, he discovered that his mother had excellent relationships with those around her in Indonesia. Although she left him no will or inheritance, he believed that his mother's spirit—confidence, enthusiasm, passionate love and hate, and excellent interpersonal relationships—was a treasure that no amount of money could replace.
With the spirit his mother left him, he quickly rose in the political arena. His experience in community work not only helped him enter Harvard University but also helped him defeat many wealthy and powerful opponents, successfully being elected as a senator. When he decided to run for President of the United States, this experience helped him once again.
He himself did not expect that the once fake descendant of an African prince would one day become the President of the United States. He recalled what his mother said when he was in despair. She said: "Obama, I think your father is the most handsome and intelligent black man, and now, you have replaced him."
From a "black boy" and a "bad boy" to the President of the United States, Obama's growth experience can be described as a living inspirational film. He is the protagonist, but the director is his mother. I believe many people, like Obama, have experienced inferiority and rebellion, confusion and disorientation. However, Obama was fortunate; he learned the true meaning of life from his mother: contributing to society is the true measure of a person's life value. I believe that if we can grasp this measure, our lives will also be as happy and colorful as Obama's.