One day Mr. Fetterhoff and I were on a boat from Germany to America. We went there because of warfare. Everyone else called Mr. Fetterhoff Mr. Fetterhoff. But my brother and I got the special privilege to call him John. When we got off of the big, horrifying, poor, sick barging boat. We had to get examined. When we got down Mrs. Fetterhoff came down too, John’s wife.  They had to check for head lice and other diseases. It was bad because Mrs. Fetterhoff, we called her Martha, had a bad cough and cold and a fever of 104. So then Martha got sent back to Germany. So now it was John, Luke and me, Anna. But then something terrible happened. John got separated from Luke and I. It was a terrible rain storm and John could not see what was going on and he just walked off. He could not hear our terrified voices calling for him. It seemed like the rain was a boulder over our voices it just crushed them. Suddenly Luke and I lost all hope. Our hearts just melted. What could we do? We would have to go and find a willing family to take care of us. But we went from door to door but no one had room for us. It was getting dark. The thunder roaring like a lion. We decided to get some rest and maybe a shop or some place would have room for two extra workers. So we went to sleep on the streets. They were still. Just the mice sniffing for the crumbs people had dropped that day. The next day we looked for a shop and then something got Luke’s eye. It was a bakery with a sign saying, “Now hiring!” We ran inside and asked if we could work there and told him our story. The man’s face was dead no expression. But when we were done he smiled then bursted out laughing. And said it out of his laughter, “You? In my bakery?!?! You wouldn’t make it a day! Now get out of here before I call the police!” Luke and I just walked out of the bakery no questions asked. Then I remembered John’s words he had said to us when we got on the boat. “Anna, Luke. We need to stay together. We need a meeting place. I have been here before so I know where to go. We need to meet in by the bakery. 5th Avenue Bakery.” Then I saw him John walking towards the bakery. My heart jumped. We ran over to him and we were happy again no more sleeping on the streets. Then we went to go find a job that John could get. Luke worked in a church he made their music for the services. I worked as a messenger on horseback. And John worked as a Librarian of Congress. And soon we could go to the market and get lots of food. We could get water and not worry about our money situation and Luke and I could go to school. And our life seemed like it was a fantasy.That was how my trip to Ellis Island happened. Good things come out of things that seem like you have no hope left.