How this place changed my life — 1 year ago
I visited Belize City in the summer of 2005. It was actually one of the port stops on our Western Caribbean cruise. Because of this, we were only able to visit the tourist area of the city, which is heavily populated with the most poor and disadvantaged members. My partner and I spent the early part of the day with a local tour guide who took us (along with two other shipmates) around in his small (read: tiny) vehicle. We saw most of Belize City in a few hours. In the afternoon, we were approached by a young female who took us around the city and eventually asked us to help her out (since she helped us out). She told us about the educational system and lack of jobs for graduates who are of the darker skin tone variety. Sure, I understand that most of her story was meant to bring about sympathy, but it was hard to miss the impoverished environment in which she dwelled.
After returning from my trip, I vowed to no longer take for granted the common day conveniences that I am fortunate enough to possess. I also vowed to discontinue shopping for unnecessary clothing and shoes simply because “I want it.” Americans need to spend more time focusing on needs instead of wants, for everything that is wanted is not also needed; and there is an outstanding difference.
