Third Country Kid: A Short Story

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A multitude of ideas, experiences, and relationships have made me the interesting person I am today. I feel that my diverse upbringing has made me more open to new ideas and more accepting of different cultures. When I first arrived in Geneva, the students and faculty at my school showed great kindness and compassion to students from a myriad of cultures. On the second day of school, much to my chagrin, I forgot my lunch. Luckily, a newly made friend, Rodrigo from Spain, offered to buy my meal. I was struck by Rodrigo’s kindness and I try to mirror that generosity. Being a “third country kid” has taught me that I am immensely fortunate. I have two parents, a roof over my head, and ample food. Many people across our world aren't as lucky. I experienced this when I was about six and my family had just relocated to Beijing. Since my parents both had full time jobs, we had a nanny to look after us. Chen Aiyi regularly brought us to her house in one of Beijing’s hutongs. Her house was a rather simple structure, built completely out of concrete, however it was designed in a traditional Chinese fashion. In hindsight, it was shocking that the house lacked even the most basic amenities. If you wanted to get a drink of water, you had to stroll down the street to a communal water pump. When I think back, I feel blessed to have so much while many others have so little. …show more content…

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