Sometimes in life you don't understand what you have until you see others who don't. I was with my family in Honduras, which is a very poor country. As we drove to my abuela's house on the side of the road hundreds of people were living in tiny huts even what appeared to be cardboard boxes. I learned that I benefit from giving back. When my family was traveling by car in Honduras, nobody listened to traffic laws driving on sidewalks and thought the middle of 2 lanes, the aroma of gas and car horns blaring filling the air, in the summer of 2014. I had been told it was a poor country but I wasn't ready for how poor it really is. I saw hundreds of people living in makeshift houses barely holding during the rain. I was in awe by how little
Volunteering at a community health center in my hometown, Santiago de la Frontera in El Salvador changed my perspective on choices. Growing up, I thought that people chose to not brush their teeth. At the age of seven, I immigrated to the USA and didn't have a chance to understand that concept in El Salvador. I went back last summer and assisted an orthodontist. This opened my eyes to realize that some families have to choose between a tooth paste and food. In life, we are not given the same advantages and therefor, we can not make the same choices.
My father had cardiac problems. He used to Nicaragua. I was eleven when he suffered a stroke. Immediately my brother toke him to the hospital but there was not a cardiologist not a neurologist available. The only neurologist available was in Managua the capital which is approximately four hours away from Jinotega It was too late when we arrived to Managua he had passed away. Three hours later he started breathing .That was defiantly miracle. My father had an intestinal surgery two weeks after. Then he returned back to the U.S. My Father couldn’t move half of his body and he was losing weight. He saw the doctor and they found out that, Nicaraguan surgeon mistakenly left a small residue of a contaminated gauge in his body due to that my father
Imagine living without all the necessities for sophisticated life; no toothbrushes, no showers, no soft, fluffy beds. It isn’t pretty, is it? Well, projects to better the people of Honduras can be funded to give them the quality that humans deserve to make a living. For example, the average annual income of families of Honduras is less than six hundred dollars. Even government funded schools most children can’t afford to go to because of the cost of uniforms and school supplies.
When I was 4 years old, my mother decided to send me and my siblings to live with our grandparents in Honduras. I was born in Long Beach, CA, USA, however, my mother was struggling to give us a better life working as a housekeeper, and it wasn’t until I was 12 years old that we were reunited in New York. Nevertheless, my mother’s sacrifice to send my siblings and me to her country was indeed positive; hence, today am bilingual and have respect for diversity.
My background is interesting. My twin sister and I were raised by parental grandmother until she passed away due to lung cancer when I was 11 years of age. My grandmother had 15 children and raised 2 more. My diverse experiences in life begin here. My Mother was Caucasian and my father was Hispanic, both born and raised in Texas. Both of my families were similar but very different. They were similar in that they were of low economic status, but very different because of their beliefs and their culture. My Hispanic family believed and still believes that God is number one in life (prayed before every meal) and that you respect everyone regardless of how they may treat you. My Hispanic family believed in helping one another when given the opportunity.
The classic saying, “There’s always someone who has it worse than you” (Shaggy- Keepin’ it Real), didn’t come true to me until I had first-hand experience. As a child, I grew up in the lower middle class. So I wasn’t rich nor super poor. My mother came to the United States from El Salvador in the 1980’s. She has never taken my brother and me to her home country.
The national tree of Honduras is the Ocote, commonly known as the Yellow Pine. I found myself surrounded by a forest of these Pines that so closely resemble the Ponderosa Pines from home while traveling to the distant village of La Hoya Grande, Honduras. The similarities in landscape were comforting during my first experience in a third world country. My entire world felt upside down. Every turn elicited a new emotion. Each interaction produced a gnawing desire to become fluent. I so desperately wanted to connect with the patients I helped treat. When I left Honduras I decided that I would return, fluent in Spanish, to provide high quality medicine to these communities once again.
This also inspired me to become more heavily involved in a number of volunteer activities in and around the small town, which was now my home, such as school health camps, free medical treatment camps in remote villages, blood donation camps, and something very close to my heart. An organization called “A Clarion Call for Justice” created by a group of peers and myself wherein we raised funds and provided food, clothing and other basic amenities to orphanages, leprosy homes and blind schools in our city. I will never forget my experiences with the leprosy homes. These were homes provided to people ostracized from their villages as a result of disease, with little food and no money. Unable to interact with their family and loved ones as before, they were imprisoned in their isolation even when they were living among each other. Spending quality time with them allowed me to not only learn about their disease as a physician, but to also connect with them as a fellow human being and truly empathize with their suffering. Once I was able to establish trust among those living in the home, the amount of warmth and love they had despite of what they have had to experience in their lives was truly
All things considered, from a young age I was taught all about my background, which happened to be Guatemalan. Both my parents were born and raised in Guatemala along with my four older siblings. My family left Guatemala in the early 1980s as it was unsafe to continue their life there. As a result, both my brother and I were fortunate to be born in Canada. Growing up, both my parents included their traditional customs in our everyday lives. In other words, we then adopted their customs, beliefs, language and learned about our roots. Immigrating from another country, my family found it extremely difficult to accustom themselves to new customs and most importantly norms. At an early, I lost my father and my mother then became a widow who had
When I was eight years of age, I started to realize that there was an entire word outside of the town, state, and country that I lived in. I became concerned about the lives of others, even those that I didn’t know personally. I often thought “There are people in other countries that don’t even have enough water to live, and I am living an amazing life here in America”. Not only was I concerned for those people, but I took action to help them. It was then that I started a fundraiser to raise money for people that can’t afford the basic necessities to live in third world countries. To this day, I have been saving every penny I could afford to make sure other people can live a better life.
Just like many immigrant families, my family had to encounter many adversities in the United States. My mother had to live the harsh experience of walking long hours and starve as she battled to cross the border of Mexico and the United States. Nothing, not even the fact that she was 5 months pregnant was going to stop her because her dream of giving me a better life was stronger than any hardship. My father was a legal resident of the United States but during this period of time it was very hard for an immigrant person to aspire for a good job. He was destined to work in the fields for many years. I grew up and went to elementary school and since my father was working out in the fields I was signed up to the Migrant Program. As a small elementary
On one sunny day, I was helping my mom doing chores when she pulled me over to talk to me about something important. I was confused why my mom would want to me about something important, but I listened to what she said and followed her. What she told me was what her life was like back in Vietnam. She did not have much of an education. Instead, she stayed home with her mom to sell Vietnamese yogurt every day for a living. Since I was born in America, I never thought of life was like for others in developing countries like Vietnam. Hearing from my mom's experience, it stuck with me. I learned the importance of being grateful for what I have since they are a lot of people who do not have what we have in America and it made me want to help those who are in need. I was also inspired to do whatever I
When I was little, I heard stories of Third World countries where people lived in complete poverty. I would hear of how they had dilapidated domiciles, contaminated water, deadly diseases, and shortages of food. I was always told how blessed I was to live in a country where I was free of these situations, but I always took this truth for granted. I would go along every day, not worrying about where I was going to sleep or what I was going to eat, when people all over the world were facing these situations as problems. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I realized how blessed I was, when I was given the opportunity to visit San Jose, Costa Rica.
I wasn’t aware of the importance of doing good for others, until recently that I witnessed it with my own eyes. It all started when was at Chicago, a random man helped out a homeless man and bought him some food. I noticed as I was in line that the cashier then gave the helping man a free choice to pick something he wanted due to the action he did. After that day I began to make an attempt at helping out more and being a better person in general.
During a few of our classes we have learned about globalization, and a little bit more about the world we are currently in. This lesson entirely introduced me to the new problems that we are faced with today in current society. This lesson has impacted me a lot. I also learned how much donations and little actions can benefit everyone in every way. When we were putting away jackets I thought a while after about all the people who’d have something to wear this winter. The part was that they didn’t have to donate at all, but people continued to do so. It was the same with the food hamper, although we did not get many donations this year, people still had the thought to bring things in. No one was obligated to bring anything in at all, but merely encouraged. These small actions are going to be able to make others lives better.