Personal Narrative: Moving To Yemen
Imagine being seven and in a foreign country seeing all types of new things. This is what I experienced when I went to Yemen in 2007. It was a world different from my own, but little did I know it would change my life. Seeing things from a different perspective really does change your view on the world. Learning to understand that not everyone sees things the same way you do can be difficult sometimes, but definitely not impossible.
Being the oblivious seven year old I was, I thought that the rest of the world lived just as good or better than we do here in America. While that may be true for many parts of the world, it isn’t for some, like Yemen. As we were packing our bags, my parents were telling me their memories of Yemen, all of which were good and only made me even more anxious to get to Yemen. We got to the airport and we were on our way to what I thought was a land of happiness, and then it hit me… …show more content…
When we finally arrived it was night-time, and I woke up the next morning in a land that was much different than what I had expected. We left the house early in the morning to go sightseeing and there was this one homeless lady, who seemed to be very old begging my father for some spare change. He gave her some of course, but seeing her grief-stricken face taught me to really be grateful and appreciate all the things you have in life. The worst part about that is that it wasn’t just that poor old lady; there were others too, even young children who looked to people with hope for a better life. I realized this while I was still sick; perhaps the sickness gave me a new perspective on life that I hadn’t noticed before, or maybe just being in a foreign country opened my
Being the oblivious seven year old I was, I thought that the rest of the world lived just as good or better than we do here in America. While that may be true for many parts of the world, it isn’t for some, like Yemen. As we were packing our bags, my parents were telling me their memories of Yemen, all of which were good and only made me even more anxious to get to Yemen. We got to the airport and we were on our way to what I thought was a land of happiness, and then it hit me… …show more content…
When we finally arrived it was night-time, and I woke up the next morning in a land that was much different than what I had expected. We left the house early in the morning to go sightseeing and there was this one homeless lady, who seemed to be very old begging my father for some spare change. He gave her some of course, but seeing her grief-stricken face taught me to really be grateful and appreciate all the things you have in life. The worst part about that is that it wasn’t just that poor old lady; there were others too, even young children who looked to people with hope for a better life. I realized this while I was still sick; perhaps the sickness gave me a new perspective on life that I hadn’t noticed before, or maybe just being in a foreign country opened my