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Personal Narrative: My First Week In Haiti

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As I walked out of the airport, unfamiliar faces surrounded me. I was beginning my first week in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere -Haiti. We rode in an open air box truck to where we would be staying, bouncing out of our seat with every bump along the way. I saw people washing dishes, bathing and going to the bathroom all within the same water source- while on ride to the compound. Throughout the week, children laughed and took many pictures with me. Walking into a village- there were homes made of cracked mud and broken sticks, fences made of garbage, and roofs made of metal tins. Seeing children with ripped clothes or no clothes at all; I felt so sad and confused. My team and I helped create a concrete slab for a garage and
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