Narrative Essay On Fall River

Fall River, Massachusetts continuously listed in the top 10 most dangerous cities in MA and number 51 most dangerous city in the U.S. This is where I grew up. Reading stories about the city that gave me so much is difficult. I would not be where I am or who I am without it although. I grew up sheltered from a lot of the drugs and violence at an early age as I went to a private school. Even though I did not go to public schools, driving through the city with my mom we always saw the same homeless man on the same corner. I would often ask if we could stop at the subway that we drove by to give him a sandwich. My mom always had a strong dislike for Subway but we would stop and I would get a foot long so I could give the other half to this man that faithfully stood outside. So although I don’t think I understood the magnitude of the poverty and
I joined a community outreach program where we went to a surrounding town’s housing complex and helped the kids after school with homework. I worked with a student, who when I started was in kindergarten, his name was Jordian. When I first started going he could barely sit still in a chair, he could barely count 5 and was not close to reading. When I left my senior year he would come in and mostly everyday sit and start his homework. He was now adding without much difficulty and starting to learn multiplication. During reading time he would sit down and work on his reading. Helping the kids not only learn but make a positive impact on their lives is something I will keep with me forever. After graduation and the heartbreak of not going getting into medical school I went home and had to re-discover my love. I knew I was going to apply again because this is what I wanted to do but I had to work harder and find things I love to do in the meantime. I traveled to Tanzania on a medical mission trip where I was able to involve 2 of my