To put it simply, my first job was a very rough line of work. It was one in which I produced copious amounts of sweat, clashed with ludicrous heat, and contended with jagged drill bits that cut me frequently. My first day on the job, I made the mistake of not wearing sunscreen. My skin was not used to being exposed to the sun for that long, and it burnt me until I was redder than the devil. During my time working, I entered some very dangerous areas. By a wide margin, the worst area I worked in was just south of Monroe, in Richwood, Louisiana. In Richwood, Ticheli Road took the cake for being the absolute worst stretch of civilization I had ever seen. I honestly feared for my life when cars would drive by, to put things in perspective. The whole experience opened up my eyes to the extremely poverty-stricken areas of our country. In these areas, the true colors of people are …show more content…
For one, I grew more resilient. Once, I was tasked with moving a drill bit into a truck. As I set it down, the serrated edge sliced my hand down to the muscle. Since I was not able to treat the wound properly, I simply doused the cut with water, and within minutes I was back to work. Incidents like this developed me as a person. Seeing poverty in person taught me that one mistake can leave you in a very poor state.
My first job served as a wake up call for me. I bore witness to the struggles of poverty. In poverty, there are good people, and there are bad people. Good people end up poor due to cases of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have seen the effort from those people to escape their situation. However, some people are poor simply through laziness.
Overall, my first job was a solid experience. I learned a great deal about the world, and the people in it. No matter race, creed, sex, or nationality, one thing rings true. No matter what, good people and bad people will always exist, as long as humans can think for
Not everyone is entitled to a well paying job, or entitled to all the resources they want or need. This experiences really changed the way I see life and made me really appreciate all that I have in life. I am thankful for everything I have, and will donate to charities such as The Ark when I have the
Every day we are challenged and faced with many struggles that we have to overcome in order to go about our every-day lives. In Sonia Sotomayor’s book she shows us how most of her childhood she was faced with new struggles every day, and how overcoming them helped her to be the person she is today. Being brought up in a poor society, Sonia had to make sure she kept on track, and had to make sure that she didn’t get caught up in the outside drama. Poverty has a huge impact on the way a person acts and builds a person’s character. How you face poverty and how you overcome it will let you do what you have to do to become a better and more successful person.
Critical Review The Working Poor: Invisible in America David K. Shipler is a book that could be most accurately described as eye-opening. Shipler opens up the book on his claim that “nobody who works hard should be poor in America.” America is built upon the idea that the harder one works, the better off one will be. Shipler then goes on to explain how the poor, often times, work the hardest jobs and are put into the worse conditions, but still do not grow to become the most successful. Using their lives as examples, Shipler illustrates the struggles the working poor face while attempting to escape poverty.
The story shows how you should always be thankful for what you have because it could be gone within a second. Growing up underprivileged definitely teaches you things that you would not have learned or viewed in that way if you were middle class/upper class. Growing up poor can have a huge effect upon yourself, but you learn, develop and become
I woke up every morning before dawn to work a full day in agriculture and ended the day singing with kids from the hostel. The work was hard and exhausting, however at the end of our two weeks, I cried. Not for the work, but for the people whom I had worked with. We could barely speak to one another, but created a relationship out of hugs, smiles, and laughs. I learned a great deal about myself, about the strength I had and what I was capable of.
Learning a Life Lesson Reading A Long Way Gone, a book about child soldiers, in Sierra Leone during the 1990’s made me feel disgusted because of the treatment of the young children. Reading about the most disturbing sequence in life, dealing with children my age or under made me realize how much life means. I could not imagine ever going through anything that will determine my life well-being. This made me look forward to more in life and appreciate the life I do live, because everyone doesn't have it like I do.
She begins by talking about her college experience of how her own professors and fellow students believed and “always portrayed the poor as shiftless, mindless, lazy, dishonest, and unworthy” (Paragraph 5). This experience shocked her because she never grew up materialistic. She brings up the fact that she is the person with the strong and good values that she has today because she grew up in a poor family. In culture, the poor are always being stereotyped.
For the first time I was independent and alone, it was difficult and the loneliest time of my life. This experience strengthened my personality, and it gave me a lot of hope. I met a lot of good people, it was an amazing experience many people did a lot good to me and I think that is why is one of the reasons that i want to give back to others. 4.
A common question arises in philosophy: are people born good or evil? Many believe that humans have an innate desire to exclude minorities and discriminate against people different from them. Although discriminatory trends are prevalent in society, who’s to say whether it is an inborn or an externally imposed tendency? In her short story “Brownies” ZZ Packer intersperses exposition to show that people are not inherently racist but become this way as a result of experience and communal self-reinforcement; as children lose their innocence, so too do they lose their tolerance. Racism is a learned attribute.
One example of this is when Gary takes off the coat, because he would rather be cold than look poor and be made fun of. “Even though it was cold, I took off the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goose bumps,” (Soto 5). The fact that Gary preferred to freeze shows just how strong his resentment towards his own poverty really is. Things do not improve for Gary as time goes on. His classmates start to avoid him, rather than be associated with his poverty.
“Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.” Anne Frank wrote this in her diary during a horrific and devastating time. During the Holocaust about eleven million people lost their lives to this evil time. Even though people can be very cruel and rude and do selfless actions. I believe that everyone can be a very good person at heart.
My Worst Job When I was sixteen, one of my middle school friends named Jessica was a shift leader at dunkin she wanted me to work with her for the summer to have some extra money. It seemed like a lot of fun for the first week or so, but it turned out to be the worst job of my life. My job was the front cash register. This was fun I actually enjoyed it
Although I landed, I broke two bones in my left leg. I am constantly reminded that my thoughtless decision could have actually killed me. It seemed too easy and so awesome, that I got caught up in the moment and just decided to do it. Even though it may not sound very traumatic, it still tremendously changed my life. It has given me a whole new perspective on life, and how frail yet valuable we are.
Bringing pain upon myself cause me to not focus so much on what had been going on inside my head for so long, but unfortunately, this had not gone unnoticed. I wore long sleeves year-round so no one would know what I had been doing, but when it is 95 degrees outside and you wear long sleeves, people begin to notice. My mother finally saw the damage I had done and her response was “why did you do
Critical Self Reflection Poverty is an experience that touches many people. I believe my first experience with poverty came in elementary school. Everyday, my mother would come to pick me up from school and we would regularly drive by a man begging on the street. Often, we would stop and give him a piece of fruit or a granola bar.