Personal Narrative: Lessons Learned From Haiti

Diverse individuals with distinctive stories apply for school each year. Some with stand-out encounters, others an ability that separate them from others. Be that as it may, for me my experience, culture and trials are what decide my uniqueness. Conceived from the poorest nation in the western hemisphere, Haiti where I lived with my persevering mother (after the death of my dad when I was 10 months) providing for us through her little business. Until the overwhelming quake that struck my nation in 2010. This disastrous occasion changed my viewpoint in life. I left my past life alongside my mom in Haiti. I packed material possessions alongside the adventures and memories that I experienced throughout the years and went to a foreign nation to close relatives. I went to

From the start life has always been a battlefield for me and my family. In Haiti my father had studied to become an engineer despite his poor upbringing and my mother had worked multiple jobs to help support the family. Life in Haiti had already been tough but after a coup d’état and an election there was finally hope that Haitians would have to live under a repressive government no longer. The new government created hope which was then solidified when Duvalier announced his candidacy, by this time he was already a well-known physician that took part in many public health campaigns. My father remembers when Duvalier was elected, with promises of rebuilding a broken country and the happiness that followed, but this did not last. Shortly after

Growing up in Haiti has strengthen my survival instinct at an early age. With barely enough to eat, we was dying one by one. Medicine and treatment was very rare for us. Imagine dying from a simple cold due to the fact that aspirin and cough medicine was foreign to us. I recall walking around wishing for better days or looking for ways to help. And I remember being told I was coming to America. America, the place where even the most impossible dreams come true. America, where education is free and very beneficial. Regardless of how young I was, I knew with every fiber in my little body that I would try my hardest to be successful in America. Unable to speak english, school become a challenge. But to all my teachers surprise it took me less

Groggily stumbling into the kitchen, I was met with nine pairs of eyes reminding me I wasn’t in America anymore. Eleven days ago, my team and I had flown into Port-au-Prince and driven to Jacmel, directed by Angel Wings International, a local organization that worked to deliver healthcare in Haiti. I received the run-down for the day: we were heading West toward a rural clinic located in Baie d’Orange. Climbing into a musty truck bed, I noticed a crew of dentists, doctors, and pharmacists accompanying us, signifying the most important day in our three-week-long trip. The truck revved into action, racing in Jacmel’s dusty streets, past the swelling river, through winding mountain passes, stopping at a tattered USAID tent that covered a burgeoning crowd of hundreds. Scanning the crowd returned the gaze of scared men, women, and children whose lives could be drastically changed through proper checkups and treatment.

When I was ten years old I gave some families in Haiti some clothes. Yes, I know every family has a clothes, but when you live in an area with people who have less then what you have it is sad. In the summer of 2012 my family and I went Haiti. Before that my mother told me to procure any clothes or shoes that do not fit me to put it in the box. Family members in Haiti would come to be able get any kind of item for their family. Every year my family would consolidate money, clothes, shoes, or toys to bring to Haiti. It would be a 3” by 4” feet box to fit everything people needed.

Sarah is not your average girl. She lives with her mother, Mary, who works three jobs to support her two children. Sarah, nor her little brother Benny, has ever met their father. He went to prison when Sarah was just four years old for drugs. Sarah has always hung out with the rougher crowd. Sarah does not really apply herself to school. Her mother is very worried she will not pass with the grades she has, so Mary decides she is going to have Sarah go with her grandmother, Betty, on a mission trip to Haiti. Betty is an active member in her church and always goes on trips with her parish to help people in need.

Being a member of a hard-working class and visiting Haiti, I’ve witnessed the socio-economic conditions that plague my community such as health shortfalls that could’ve been eradicated with education and ingenuity. Born to a Haitian immigrant, in a single parent home, I’ve learned to appreciate the structure and close-knit community that has shaped my outlook on life and define the person I am. In Haiti, every immediate neighborhood, every adult became your parent and transferred into every aspect of my life. This ideology derives from Haiti’s national saying “L’Union Fait La Force”, which means “Unity Makes Strength”. You could not pass a village or neighborhood in Haiti without a woman -- no matter the age -- carrying out food and a bucket

The Haitian Revolution makes for the most fascinating revolt in history. The black race, after many years of oppression, overcame the dominant white race, without the assistance of guns, and other technological warfare at that time. In its own words, the author states that the book makes clear that the roots of the revolution of Haiti consist of movements involving the "wisdom and common sense of the masses". Hordes of blacks reached a consensus that human sacrifice is a small price to pay for freedom. In the view of Carolyn E. Fick, no organization or political entity involved can be attributed as much credit than the masses for the popular revolution that unseated one of the longest dictatorships of

My grandmother, Anastasia Herrera, fearing my father’s death was imminent, put him on a plane bound to the United States. Apparently, my dad, barely fifteen years old at the time, had joined the Constitutionalists revolution in Santo Domingo. This rebel group was comprised of military agitators and civilian combatants fighting against Trujillistas or politicos adopting the imperialistic ideals of the fallen Dictator Rafael Leonidas Trujillo. My father was not an idle supporter, but rather an active participant who manufactured Molotov cocktails, flinging bombs at law enforcement officers in the streets while the civil war gained momentum.

life is very unpredictable your best day can become your worst day an instant ,growing up in Haiti life was very hard but we lived a simple life and we where happy . I was good a soccer I always taught I would be a soccer player but life had different plans for me. jan 12 2010 is day that traumatized me but also made me the person that I am today , it was a day like any other day went to school then after school my friends ask if I wanted to stay for tutor the younger kids but I couldn't due to the fact that I had a lot of homework so I decided to go home that day. I went home played soccer then went back to my room to do my homework while I was inside I felt the house shaking and everything started to fall the floor split and half I jump of

Hemisphere below the equator. The country of Haiti is the western half of the island of Hispaniola in the Caribbean Sea. East of Haiti, sharing the same island, is the Dominican Republic. Haiti’s capital is Port-au-Prince. While Haiti is not a large country, its population is just over ten million people. The people of Haiti speak French and Haitian Creole, a form of French. Natural disasters have harmed the environment and the people in Haiti in recent years. Haiti has survived a lot of trauma, especially along the costal regions. The country has a long journey of recovery ahead while Haiti works through the ramifications of deforestation, earthquakes, and poor water systems.

I had never thought that one day I could leave my native country, Haiti. In August 2000, my father decided to move to USA with me. I really felt happiness and sadness at the same time. I was happy because I will go to a country with a better quality of life but I felt sad for leaving friends and relatives. Before leaving Haiti, three important things came up in my idea. Go to church, organize a party with my friends and family, and get to the airport with my Dad.

In just thirty seconds, my life had taken a chaotic turn, making me realize just how much I had taken for granted .

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

The first time I heard Haiti was because of the dreadful earthquake taken place in 2010. The news about the disaster was reported in every news channel, and I saw the horrifying situations in that country through the television. The hopeless survivors and the inconsolable families of those victims greatly impressed me. When I was studying in the US, two books show me more things about this unfortunate nation; they are Krik Krak and Mountains Beyond Mountains. From the books, I learn that Haiti is a poorly developed country and Haitians live in poverty and misfortune. However, all the information I know is from television and books, and I would like to see what the life and situation are like in person. I believe that this trip will enrich my