Personal Narrative: The Dominican Republic

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My most important decision sought me out. I didn’t find it.

The Dominican Republic has become an obstacle that I have finally been able to complete. Through financial struggles and personal issues I have fought through each and accomplished my goal of interning in the Dominican Republic.

I knew that I wanted to be an intern since my Freshman year but could never step up to complete the task needed of me. While I could not intern my Freshman year I had the opportunity to go on a mission trip the summer following my Freshman year. I still had a drive that couldn't be satisfied.

I knew I had to do something about it. So since my Freshman year trip was an eye-opening experience on how well off I am compared to children living in batays (sugarcane …show more content…

Now I had to work for the money so that I was able to take advantage of the opportunity given to me. I also would be traveling outside of the United States by myself.

I do not think of myself as a brave person. I have never been so far apart from my family for so long but I also didn't think I would be capable of preaching on Sunday mornings or being accepted as an intern.

So before it was too late I talked to myself (I know a little weird isn't it) and told myself that I am able to do this and that everything that I had achieved was not for nothing.
Just to show myself that I can achieve anything in life and no matter how large the problem is.
I will push on and I will come up on top.

On June 6, 2017 I left for my trip to the Dominican Republic off on a 10 week journey. I worked within a school teaching 4 year olds in the morning and worked alongside first grade through fourth grade students who have either learning disabilities or are new to the school. The school is a multilingual school teaching both English and Spanish along with basic studies.

This decision caused me much grief but because of this decision I can gladly say I have grown as a leader and have become braver because of

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