{"id":95,"date":"2019-11-11T21:05:12","date_gmt":"2019-11-12T02:05:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/?p=95"},"modified":"2019-11-11T21:05:12","modified_gmt":"2019-11-12T02:05:12","slug":"my-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/2019\/11\/11\/my-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

For this story, I wanted to show something that is EXTREMELY near and dear to my heart. I wrote this wanting to relay a heartfelt message that I hope my readers feel, as well. <\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud to call a third world country my second home. El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America, is where my mother was born, where she grew up, and where most of my family still resides today. However, my mother was one of the fortunate few to escape the dire poverty I cannot overlook each summer when I visit.\u00a0<\/span>My grandpa, Antonio Cabrales, bought an island in El Salvador, in 1971, naming it \u201cIsla Teopan.\u201d \u201cTeo\u201d means God in the Mayan language, and \u201cPan\u201d is a place of resting: together they make the resting place of the Lord. \"ImageOne of the most eye-opening moments is driving down the bumpy dirt road to get to the island. The narrow road is lined with people selling their latest catch, tortillas, fresh coconuts, and other fruits. Trash piled on the sides of the road, dogs starved and deserted, families waiting for any car to stop by and pay a dollar to make their week, this is the road to get to my home. Adults and children, young and old, walk these roads covered in dust, while our cars roll toward the Teopan gate where the ferry awaits to take us to the island. As soon as I board the ferryboat, I happily greet the two workers who have been there since I was a little girl. Getting off, I roll my window down and stick my head out, breathing in the fresh air. From then on, every morning, the sound of the <\/span>chachalaca<\/span><\/i> wakes me with its raucous call. Whether it be swimming in the freshwater, jet skiing around the island, or going on our boat, I feel an overwhelming sense of belonging. These cherished moments, however, don\u2019t allow me to forget about the poverty I witness when I\u2019m there. Rather, they have driven me to take action whenever I visit.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I walked into one of the schools surrounding the lake, I was immediately astounded by the underprivileged conditions. I saw children, from kindergarten to ninth grade, playing kickball on the cement. The paint on the buildings was badly discolored; tile on the ground was eroding; and chairs and tables were surrounded by mounds of dirt and overgrown vines. Arriving at one of the first-grade classrooms, I was introduced to the children sitting in their rickety wooden chairs. I stood in front of thirty eager first graders and read, in Spanish, \u201cTacky the Penguin,\u201d a story about an odd penguin who does what he wants to do, despite sticking out from the other penguins and being different. By the end of the book, as I helped them in a follow-up activity, I wondered what would allow the children to be different, to move beyond their life of poverty.\u00a0<\/span>I\u2019ll never forget a seven-year-old Stephen. He followed me out of the first-grade classroom, holding onto my leg, as I asked him more about himself. We sat on a hot tire next to what seemed to be the playground, and he began to tell me about the long walk he took to school by himself every morning, how he doesn\u2019t have a father, how his home is filled with his six siblings, and he spends the night on a blanket on the floor. He loves school.\"\" He told me he is sad when it downpours, and the roads are filled with mud and rocks that have fallen down from the mountains, making it impossible for him to get there. As he talked more, I struggled with the conflicting feelings of sadness and contentment that my second home produces. <\/span>Every time I visit, I realize how fortunate I am to be safe, healthy, and comfortable on the island; but I feel compelled to spend some of my time helping these young people who might never get the chance to live my fortunate life in El Salvador.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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For this story, I wanted to show something that is EXTREMELY near and dear to my heart. I wrote this wanting to relay a heartfelt message that I hope my readers feel, as well. I\u2019m proud to call a third world country my second home. El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America, is where … Continue reading My Story<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4584,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"coauthors":[109902],"class_list":["post-95","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4584"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.richmond.edu\/sofiajournal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=95"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}