Choose an issue of importance to you-the issue could be personal, school related, local, political, or international in scope-and write an essay in which you explain the significance of that issue to yourself, your family, your community, or your generation.
Having to survive with as little as two dollars a day, there are families that call a bunch of cardboard and wood their home, and consider tortillas and milk luxuries.
Poverty has always been a big problem in Mexico, nearly one third of it's population lives in penury and most of them don't even know how to write or read, making it virtually impossible for them to find a job which is neither degrading or illegal. All you need to become a hitman, drug dealer or hijacker is willingness to perform the most outrageous things, and in return you recieve money and power, so when people who don't have any education or money become aware of that, they do it without thinking it twice, not realizing the colossal harm they're causing to our society.
When I think about these problems my mind starts to feel all these different kinds of emotions, but there is one that highlights over the others; sadness. Not only for our country and the underpriviliged, but also for those uneducated people, who couldn't find any better way to earn money, but to kill, steal and sell drugs. They are terrorists, no doubt about it, even they have fear of each other, but it is not wholly their fault as they grew up without limits and values, and that diminish their ability to difference from right and wrong.
On our first day as volunteers at an orphange my friend and I were asked to clean the chicken coop, we went there grabed a couple of brooms and opened the door, it took us a while to realize what was happening and when we did we freaked out, there was some little kids using a chicken as a living pinata, I scolded at them but they didn't seam to know what they had done wrong. At first we were afraid of what had we got into, but after the shock had passed, and we got to know the kids better, we realized they weren't that bad, in fact I ended up growing quite fond of a few. Nevertheless they were always talking about how they wanted to become drug lords when they grew up, and even though we tried we weren't able to make them look up to something better.
I have come to belive that most problems in mexico can be significantly reduced by giving the kids better education, and by increasing the employment rates. Just by doing that, a whole lot of people would be working or studying instead of living outside the law. Making life in the Aztec country so much better in terms of safety and economy.
Having to survive with as little as two dollars a day, there are families that call a bunch of cardboard and wood their home, and consider tortillas and milk luxuries.
Poverty has always been a big problem in Mexico, nearly one third of it's population lives in penury and most of them don't even know how to write or read, making it virtually impossible for them to find a job which is neither degrading or illegal. All you need to become a hitman, drug dealer or hijacker is willingness to perform the most outrageous things, and in return you recieve money and power, so when people who don't have any education or money become aware of that, they do it without thinking it twice, not realizing the colossal harm they're causing to our society.
When I think about these problems my mind starts to feel all these different kinds of emotions, but there is one that highlights over the others; sadness. Not only for our country and the underpriviliged, but also for those uneducated people, who couldn't find any better way to earn money, but to kill, steal and sell drugs. They are terrorists, no doubt about it, even they have fear of each other, but it is not wholly their fault as they grew up without limits and values, and that diminish their ability to difference from right and wrong.
On our first day as volunteers at an orphange my friend and I were asked to clean the chicken coop, we went there grabed a couple of brooms and opened the door, it took us a while to realize what was happening and when we did we freaked out, there was some little kids using a chicken as a living pinata, I scolded at them but they didn't seam to know what they had done wrong. At first we were afraid of what had we got into, but after the shock had passed, and we got to know the kids better, we realized they weren't that bad, in fact I ended up growing quite fond of a few. Nevertheless they were always talking about how they wanted to become drug lords when they grew up, and even though we tried we weren't able to make them look up to something better.
I have come to belive that most problems in mexico can be significantly reduced by giving the kids better education, and by increasing the employment rates. Just by doing that, a whole lot of people would be working or studying instead of living outside the law. Making life in the Aztec country so much better in terms of safety and economy.
