119. San Salvador, El Salvador in 2008 opened my eyes. I saw tin shacks hosting large families. I saw men digging through my trash for food. I saw motherless children’s faces every single day for four months. It was during my stay that I started to grasp an understanding of poverty and its existence, not just in Central America but also in many places around the world.
Above is a part of my letter of intent for my application to be a country director with Help International for their 2011 summer team in either Uganda or India. I'm torn between the two. Willing to help in either. And definitely will do humanitarian work in both before I die.
Awesome Whit! You go girl :)
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