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Personal Narrative: The Challenges Of Traveling To Haiti
Traveling to Haiti came with many challenges: distance, language, and diseases. I was certain I would have trouble communicating with the people I encountered and that I would have to sit still for a nine hour car ride, but I didn’t think I would get sick. Before the trip, for precaution I had to take some medications. The instructions were drink the pill everyday, only consume bottled water, and always wash your hands. I did everything I was told, but still got sick. Though I felt horrible, I was determined to work hard and fulfill my responsibilities. Setting aside my discomfort required determination, commitment, and love for the people around me. I was able to do everything I had set my mind to and once I got back home I went to the hospital.
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