The Republic of Honduras, a country nestled in the heart of Central America. A nation that is One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty Two miles away from the United States. A nation that has a rich culture, magnificent mountains, reefs, beautiful bays and the ruins of ancient Mayan civilizations. The country of Honduras is the epitome of deceiving aesthetic. Thereby, the reality of Honduras is embodied by hopelessness. Violence, corruption, and poverty have prevailed in Honduras. The land that I called home. However, I have learned that with one single dream and determination I could change the world. This determination was influenced by the Honduran coup d'état. The power of education transformed my perspective in order to change the lives of many Honduran children. Hard work is the essence of my family background. My grand-mother and grand-father are descendants of Spanish immigrants in Honduras. They lived below the poverty line in a banana field with 11 children. This is because my grand-father and grand-mother were forced to finish their education in second grade. The lack of transportation forced my father since a …show more content…
Since a very young age, I have always desired to help others achieve an education. Sixty-Six percent of homes in Honduras live in poverty and can’t achieve education. Therefore, my father, and I felt the need to build schools and donate materials to children in need. I travelled to the fields freely and share my books with poor children. I participated in a program dedicated to the children in Honduras. Unfortunately, a decade later Honduras tripled its violence and corruption. Chaos and disaster prevented me to go to school. Our humble household was not safe anymore. I experienced the devastating 2009 Honduran coup d'état. This constitutional crisis encouraged people to use violence to rebel and destroy. However, it encouraged me to dream, hope and pray for a better future through