Reflective Essay: My Trip To Haiti

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The first week of April 2015- my junior year spring break- while everyone else was partying at the beach would be boarding a plane that would take my family and me on a four-hour flight from my home town of West Orange to Port-au-Prince, Haiti. My Father had been longing for a chance to show our family the homeland of his ancestors, and being the big travels we are it was truly on a matter of time before we did.
My family and I had never visited a third world country before so I was determined not just to learn as much as I could about my heritage but also to help in any way I could, I packed two extra bags of clothes to give away, and a bunch a my old toys for donation. Unfortunately, I under estimated just how hard it would be for me to achieve my second goal. Honestly, I did not …show more content…

For instance, I see the broken buildings of Haiti and think why doesn’t the government just use money to fix them then I realize that it’s the whole country that’s poor. It isn’t just one man begging on the street I can help him, an entire country on the other hand is going to take a lot more effort and help, that realization is what helped me to realize I don’t have to be all alone it my fight against poverty.
There are other people out there like me, people who don’t want to see others suffering when it is not at all necessary. Like the other passengers on the plane with extra bags for the needy or the random person that I passed on the street who gave there leftovers to the homeless women who hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe even the man who brought ten young boys into the restaurant I was eating for a warm meal simply because he could and he wanted to. That trip taught me that my goal of eliminating poverty is a tough one, a problem that I may not see the end of in my lifetime, but an undeniably feasible

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