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Personal Narrative: Icare Damage

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As he crouched in the corner of the metro car, embarrassed and demeaned, I stared, crying. Rather than taking the man to a hospital to treat the obviously infected, festering welts that plagued his skin, the man’s pus infested abscesses spurred passengers to flee our metro car to avoid his pungent BO. I wanted to assist him, but anxiety from observing other homeless people negatively react to help paralyzed me. I was stuck, fixated on the man. All I could do as I watched people treat this homeless man like a pariah, was think. How could humans be so insensitive and abandon him in his time of need? Like the other passengers, I exited the metro car once I reached my stop. Unlike the others, presumably, the image of the suffering man was engrained …show more content…

to solicit product donations. The “no” replies fired back quickly and were unexpected. Reflecting on this denial, I identified the problem: I needed formal organizational status. Thus, I created iCare (www.iCareOrganization.weebly.com), a nonprofit organization dedicated to promoting and providing good hygiene and nutrition to underserved communities world-wide. The project grew from humble beginnings at my family’s dining table with three friends putting together around 300 “iCare packages”, to becoming a global organization with distribution centers in Lebanon, Miami, the San Francisco Bay Area, and the Dominican Republic. I pursued new avenues where iCare could grow. During summer visits to my father’s homeland, Lebanon, I visited refugee camps to distribute “iCare packages” (which consisted of soap, shampoo, hand sanitizer, toothpaste, and a toothbrush), thinking that these were of the utmost priority to the refugees. While my supplies were readily accepted and quickly depleted in the camp, I was swarmed by children whose lit-up faces turned sullen when they saw I was handing out hygiene products, not food. Unaffected by their lackluster reactions to my donations, I sought ways that I could meet their nutritional needs. Accordingly, I partnered with the Tyre Charitable Organization of Southern Lebanon and obtained donations from local merchants to …show more content…

This cycle has required me to reassess my expectations and adapt to reality. I often felt that I was like the arcade game “Whack-A-Mole.” But as in this beloved game, the mole’s head always popped back up no matter how many times it got knocked

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