I am privileged in the sense that I live in the United States of America in a single-family house share among my dad, my mom, and myself. However, I did not always have the idea that I was privileged though.
Growing up I went to India plenty of time but I did not make much of it. My parents would donate food and clothes to the poor in India, but as an infant I obviously has no understanding of what was going on. This all changed. One day when I was about eight years old and traveled to India a beggar asked me for money, which I had a lot of with me because I was eight and just carrying money around even though I was not going to spend it made me feel “cool.” I thought to myself why I should give him money and then came to conclusion that …show more content…
I had never felt so bad for someone in my life until I was asked for money.
My parents always donated clothes and money to firefighters and the homeless as I was growing up and even up till now they do. My parents thought me denying someone a necessity of life was cruel.
In school, friends would come to school without lunch or money, which I have been through before because I just forgot my lunch or forgot my lunch money on the kitchen counter. Out of sorrow I would offer my friends food from my lunch that I brought home or paid for at school. Then there were those friends who did not have money for lunch at all or did not have food for them to bring to school at home. I would give them my food because I felt bad for having a necessity that they could not have. Given the food everyday by a parents is a privilege that everyone should have but they do not.
I always have a soft spot for people who cannot afford to buy necessities such as food or water. This is why I chose to get a job my sophomore year. I did not need the money because my parents would always attempt to make me happy and buy me the things I wanted but rather I wanted to go out and work for what I
Growing up I went to India plenty of time but I did not make much of it. My parents would donate food and clothes to the poor in India, but as an infant I obviously has no understanding of what was going on. This all changed. One day when I was about eight years old and traveled to India a beggar asked me for money, which I had a lot of with me because I was eight and just carrying money around even though I was not going to spend it made me feel “cool.” I thought to myself why I should give him money and then came to conclusion that …show more content…
I had never felt so bad for someone in my life until I was asked for money.
My parents always donated clothes and money to firefighters and the homeless as I was growing up and even up till now they do. My parents thought me denying someone a necessity of life was cruel.
In school, friends would come to school without lunch or money, which I have been through before because I just forgot my lunch or forgot my lunch money on the kitchen counter. Out of sorrow I would offer my friends food from my lunch that I brought home or paid for at school. Then there were those friends who did not have money for lunch at all or did not have food for them to bring to school at home. I would give them my food because I felt bad for having a necessity that they could not have. Given the food everyday by a parents is a privilege that everyone should have but they do not.
I always have a soft spot for people who cannot afford to buy necessities such as food or water. This is why I chose to get a job my sophomore year. I did not need the money because my parents would always attempt to make me happy and buy me the things I wanted but rather I wanted to go out and work for what I