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Reflective Essay About Poverty

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Recently, one of my classmates proudly proclaimed he wasn’t influenced by his parents or his background. I had to keep myself from exploding with experiences disproving this statement. Truly, so much of who I am today and who I will be tomorrow is because of my parents and background. Growing up in the quaint suburb of Cary, I saw my parents and my friends’ parents commute to work, work, commute home, eat dinner, watch a sitcom or two, and go to bed - and do the same the next day. This left me yearning for something more: a career where I’m making a tangible impact and the day’s work is unpredictable. I grew up seeing adults dreading going to work and feeling as if what they did each day lacked meaning or purpose. This, too, has left me yearning for a career that is anything but. I aspire to wake up each morning knowing that they’re people depending on my presence and assistance. Everyday I see people throw away perfectly good food and shell out thousands for the latest tech gear. Here in Cary, the poverty of third world countries and struggling communities feels so distant and allows my community, myself included, to easily forget that poverty persists here. As I’ve began working at the YMCA, I’ve realized how poverty has always been in my community, I’ve just never noticed. Through the YMCA, I work at an impoverished school surrounded by abandoned houses where some of the most amazing children I know don holey shoes and need extra food in order to survive the weekend.

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