My family came from Hungary around the turn of the century but unfortunately no one recorded their story. I imagine it was interesting; I know one of my grandmother's siblings died of typhus on the journey over, and I know my grandfathers left home and arrived here with a half brother (and no parents) when he was in his teens. I wish I knew more about their lives but sadly, it's too late.
I think it's really important for people to pass their stories on to the next generation (and in writing, since the young never really care or listen, and likely won't remember by the time they're adults). I feel like knowing the hardships our elders endured helps us develop empathy for others and to have gratitude for what we have.