Personal Narrative: Poverty In The Dominican Republic

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I remember the unpaved streets and the one room shacks. I remember seeing people in tattered clothing and the stark difference from my current surroundings and life at home. This was poverty in the Dominican Republic. I was in middle school at the time, and I knew that people lived in poverty, but I did not really understand what that meant. Seeing it for myself was an entirely different story. Since then, I have traveled to many second and third world countries. Most of the places I visited had a major prevalence of poverty and environmental issues. What I found most substantial was the difference between how my family lives and how billions around the world live.
I come from an upper class society that frequents visits to stores, and restaurants.