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Personal Narrative: A Generous America

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A Generous America The America I believe in has been erased by mankind's selfishness. It’s a nation where we can be proud to sing home of the brave. I want to be proud, but it is hard when I turn on the news and see all these people who are in poverty. We turn our cheek because it is not us in trouble, but I cannot help but wonder: Why are we so disgusted by taxes when we have the money to pay them? Why do we turn people away at the door because we are scared of what they might be? Why do we assume there is no good left in anyone but us fortunate, we are truly where the finger should be pointed? Why don't we care just a little bit more about anyone but who we are close to? We often get angry when we are forced to pay for things

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