A Narrative Essay About My Day In Brazil

I can remember every aspect of the day in Brazil when I discovered my best friend had died due to an unidentified illness. I will never forget the day a week prior that members of the community and I were informed that we had the opportunity to provide Guilherme with the blood that he urgently required to survive. The notion that blood was not readily available as it is in my home country was an inconceivable concept to me as an American, a citizen of the developed world. It is because of my collective two years living, loving and learning in the developing world that I have experienced the pain of losing loved ones to potentially curable diseases or occurrences. I have seen innocent people impaired or killed by things that seem trivial to Americans because of how effortlessly and swiftly they can be cured with access to medical facilities. Perhaps the quandary is exacerbated by the fact that in Brazil, it is widely known amongst the citizens that the government does not have the means or …show more content…
Although I had read numerous books and watched countless documentaries about the Arab-Israeli Conflict, nothing had prepared me for seeing the living conditions of Palestinian refugees and impoverished families in the Arab world. During my senior year of college, I joined the Model United Nations team at Northern Arizona University. I was an extremely active member of the club and was honored to win a “Best Delegate” award for my oral presentation at the University of California Los Angeles annual Model United Nations conference. As a senior, I conducted my second round of undergraduate research, this time on the prospects of democracy in Islamic states, particularly in Afghanistan. This research once again led me to the undergraduate research symposium and provided me with valuable knowledge about conditions on the ground in Afghan communities and