Privilege
I just got back from the five-day border trip to Tijuana, Mexico. Going there and meeting the people was a humbling experience. I had a chance to experience an entirely different culture than my own and see the way they live. The poverty that I saw made me appreciate my own life and all of the privilege I enjoy. I saw houses built from sheets of corrugated aluminum with packed dirt floors. More than a few of the children I saw had poor dental care and a lack of basic medical care. One man told me that he earns less than fifty dollars a week working three different jobs at once. The American products sold in Mexico are not sold at a discount, and people who want to buy diapers or baby formula there have to pay full U.S. prices on their Mexican wages. One man I met was part of a caravan that traveled to the US/Mexico border from Honduras. He was very happy to be in Tijuana and considered it a paradise compared to the life he left behind in Honduras. Back from the trip, I am grateful to my parents for the education they have helped me obtain. More than once, an impoverished person in Tijuana told me to treasure my education because it is something they can never give their own children. I made a promise to myself never to take opportunities for granted and to recognize the blessings I am surrounded by every single day.










