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During Thanksgiving Break of the 2007 school year, my parents decided to make a family vacation to Cancun. Traveling overseas brought excitement for every corner of our home, we were wildly packing…and yes, I mean “wildly,” we were animals (to say at the least) and we all couldn’t hold back our anxiousness. From the minute we got on the plane, to the minute we got off, I knew this was going to be a relaxing holiday. Sitting by the beach, sipping exotic coconut drinks, being socially awkward… But was it? I simple have to say no. Needless to say, this is not going to be a comedic or exciting essay that you will be reading judges, but instead contemplative and serious.

We stayed at an outstanding hotel: 4 stars, all inclusive…some could say we were breaking the bank on this vacation! Since it was all inclusive, there really wasn’t any need to go out the boundaries of the hotel. But after callously asking my mom, we decided to go experience the lifestyle of the people…whom I like to refer as the “Cancunians.” But it was on this little roundabout, that I became sad bluntly said. Every corner we walked there were women begging us to buy their hand-knit bracelets, or men begging us to buy their brochure. It was a real shock. I mean everyone knows the poverty our world is upbringing, but not when you see it do you really realize. People associate Cancun with happiness, glory, partying and serenity. But what I experienced really opened my eyes. I mean, here I am…living a lifestyle they consider “lavish,” while most of the citizens I saw were up till midnight trying to earn money in order to put food on the table. It was sort of heartbreaking, especially when you see a little girl handing you a hat, waiting for you to get money out. From that day on, I took notice of the Cancunians when we were in taxi rides across town. And as much as I wanted things to get better, they never did. I still noticed the low clothes, grieved parents and tired kids.

We’ve all seen those commercials with kids stricken with poverty and hunger, and after seeing it…we feel guilty. Well this feeling was more than guilty, it was ashamed. It’s actually so hard to describe what this experience has done to me: Being a 10th grader in high school I have the opportunities to change things. And one thing I can tell you is that I’m going to take advantage of them. I’m not going to sit around and wait for other people or miracles to happen. We may not be able to completely get rid of poverty, hunger and hobo lifestyles, but we sure can help. And I seriously, from the bottom of my heart mean that than any other magazine ad can say. From hearing my short story, I hope you find the money to give me. Of course it won’t give me enough to start an organization, or put enough for college – but it’s a start! Most of this essay is contemplative, you really didn’t get to hear the other parts. Well in a sentence let me summarize the rest of the vacation to Cancun: fun, exhausting, scuba-diving, nachos and dancing.

Oh, and as a sweet ending note: I thought this would be the perfect essay to add to BIGO, because before I get old…I want to do something to change perspectives of the world! Hopefully you’ll see it my way. 

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