My Contrasting Feelings about Poverty.
Though we deal with poverty everyday, this worldwidedilemma has failed to be recognized as the criticaland longstanding killer that it is. Being such awidespread problem, it exists in all countries aroundthe world. It is so immense of a problem that peoplesuffering from poverty in countries like Nigeria,India, and even the United States survive by drinkingand bathing with contaminated water and searching forleftover food in neighborhood trash cans to feed theirfamilies. The worse sight of poverty, in my opinion,is when small children come and beg for money.
Here inthe United States, poverty is not as dire as in manyother countries; for instance, I’ve seen pregnantmothers along with other small children beg for moneyin the streets of Argentina. That is something thatthe people of Argentina have learned to live with, andfrom what I saw they never do anything about it. To mepoverty is a big concern, but it is so huge that whenI try to do something about it, I feel useless as if II would love for poverty to end or at least forpeople to get more involved into the problem and startclearing poverty in the streets.
That is really whatneeds to happen because the begging for money andcleaning windows is not going to make a difference.
Near my house by a stoplight, there are always peopleasking for money, and it is always the same peoplethat are probably going to use their donations forcigarettes and beer, not for food like the contributorhad hoped for. Sometimes I’m afraid of opening my carwindow to a stranger who is probably a psycho whowants more money than I’m willing to give. I’ve evenseen small children run away with wallets when someoneis reaching in his or her wallets to give the childrensome change. I don’t blame them though. If I had afamily to feed and stealing was the only way I knewhow to, I would do it too. Sometimes I get upset atthose people begging for money because if they reallytried hard, I bet they can find a job and work likeI donate sometimes to charity and give money topeople who ask for it. I’ve even given food to somepeople, though I know it was just one person that Ihelped out of the millions who also need help. Myfather is a general contractor, and he sometimes givesjob opportunities for a couple of days to those whoare in need. He tells me that they don’t even try todo a good job. So why should we help them so much whenthey don’t even intend to help their selves? If I waspoor, I would break into a house, take a shower,borrow some clothes, and try to get a job. That may bewrong, but if it’s the only way I can prevail, I willdo it, especially if I have a family. That isn’t how Ifeel about all of the people who beg though. I knowthat those who are paralyzed with mental problems andlive in poverty really can’t survive on their own.
There is a mental hospital in my neighborhood thatreleases its patients to beg for money. I’m prettysure that if the police knew this, the hospital willI know deep inside that those people who wave offthose who beg and don’t donate to charity do careabout poverty, but maybe they are just tired of beingconstantly begged and asked for money to see nochange. Sometimes I also feel that way. I feelcomfortable with myself when I help, but then Irealize that I practically did nothing by helping oneperson. Many people don’t donate or help people whenthey can. I really don’t understand why people don’tget more involved. There are so many commercials onT.V. and so many charity groups, and not even half ofthe people of the U.S.A. help. I will continue todonate and help once in a while because I feel so muchpity for those who beg, but I’ll still feel like Iwill do nothing to really help with poverty. That iswhy to me poverty is such a big concern, but it is sohuge that when I try to do something about it, I feeluseless as if I really did nothing. Bibliography:
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