Personal Narrative: My Experience In Haiti

It’s hard for a child who grew up along the coast of Lake Michigan, to begin to grasp the contrast between such inescapable poverty and the prosperity of the United States with its gleaming cities, preserved interstates stretching across the country, steel bridges, telephone lines encompassing every corner of the country, polished cars lining sidewalks, and running water. It’s harder still to describe.
People always want the simplest bite sized portions of all the subtleties and nuances that make a country what it is. When they ask me about my time in Haiti, they’ll be expecting me to say, “What an experience! I had a lot of fun doing so much work and now the community’s in great shape!” But I’ve struggled to find a way to describe the experience