To put it simply, my first job was a very rough line of work. It was one in which I produced copious amounts of sweat, clashed with ludicrous heat, and contended with jagged drill bits that cut me frequently. My first day on the job, I made the mistake of not wearing sunscreen. My skin was not used to being exposed to the sun for that long, and it burnt me until I was redder than the devil. During my time working, I entered some very dangerous areas. By a wide margin, the worst area I worked in was just south of Monroe, in Richwood, Louisiana. In Richwood, Ticheli Road took the cake for being the absolute worst stretch of civilization I had ever seen. I honestly feared for my life when cars would drive by, to put things in perspective. The whole experience opened up my eyes to the extremely poverty-stricken areas of our country. In these areas, the true colors of people are …show more content…
For one, I grew more resilient. Once, I was tasked with moving a drill bit into a truck. As I set it down, the serrated edge sliced my hand down to the muscle. Since I was not able to treat the wound properly, I simply doused the cut with water, and within minutes I was back to work. Incidents like this developed me as a person. Seeing poverty in person taught me that one mistake can leave you in a very poor state.
My first job served as a wake up call for me. I bore witness to the struggles of poverty. In poverty, there are good people, and there are bad people. Good people end up poor due to cases of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have seen the effort from those people to escape their situation. However, some people are poor simply through laziness.
Overall, my first job was a solid experience. I learned a great deal about the world, and the people in it. No matter race, creed, sex, or nationality, one thing rings true. No matter what, good people and bad people will always exist, as long as humans can think for