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“MOM!!! There’s nothing to eat in here!” hollers Caleb as he inspects the innards of the considerably large refrigerator in his kitchen. The most depressing element of the quote above is that the refrigerator was jam-packed with bountiful options for my dining pleasure, just nothing that would completely satisfy my pallet in that moment of time. I, without knowledge, have succumbed to the North American culture of being ungrateful for the possessions and opportunities given to me. Recently watching and reading about differing cultures in other countries has brought to my attention that the average day passes without me realizing the numerous blessings in my life. A small group of African men has exposed my disregard for simplicity and …show more content…

The level of education I obtain is incomparable when looking at someone such as Deo, a man who once had to flee his educational career because of civil war. Deo, an aspiring student, was studying to become an astute doctor in his home country of Burundi. The very first experience shown of Deo and his country’s educational system already differed from mine. Burundi cannot support every child in their education, so Deo was given a test to discover if he was indeed qualified. I was never given a test to be accepted into the preschool in Orange City. Every student was accepted, no matter the intelligence level or competence in following instructions. To Deo, education was a privilege. To me, education is a requirement. That leads me to believe that is why Deo and I have such contrasting views on schooling. Given the opportunity to learn, Deo cherished every opportunity and never dispensed less than 100 percent. In Deo’s college years, he took classes in the US where he couldn’t understand the majority of the dialogue, but the fact that knowledge was being shared around him gave Deo elation. Because education is a requirement in the United States, my outlook of education has become one of demanding and time-eating tasks. Every day, I find myself complaining on the amount of homework I’m given as well as the …show more content…

Let’s start with the structure of the home. I have never felt a drop of water hit me during a massive thunderstorm because my unyielding roof can withstand pretty much anything Northwest Iowa has to offer it. In the village Deo grew up in, he was given a job to repair their roof whenever damage would come upon it. And it’s not like this was a one-time occurrence. Deo repaired the roof several times. Venturing in to my house, my first task is to flip on the lights to essentially see where I’m going. Even an activity as simple as flipping on the lights shouldn’t be taken for granted. The first experience the Sudanese men had with learning to turn on the light fixture in their apartment was quite entertaining. Never having electricity in their village, these men found solely turning the lights on and off quite captivating. I instinctively walk into a room and think nothing of just how incredible electricity is. The same goes for every single kitchen appliance, running water, and plumbing. My mom always tells me how difficult it was going to her grandmother’s farm and having to use the outhouse. The thought evades me immediately because I will never endure such a feat in my lifetime. Finally, entering my bedroom you would find a closet and drawers clustered with stacks of clothes. Deo had one shirt to last him one full year of schooling. To

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