ORPHANAGES
...accessories, etc. And not to mention the urge in myself to keep up with the joneses, meaning buying latest model of mobile phones, latest pc updates, cameras, and anything that has to do with electronics. I go shopping even though I still have some clothes to wear. I beg my mom to buy me a new cellphone even the old one I have still works as if it was new. I eat at fastfoods to fancy restaurants with my friends, from Macdonald’s to Friday’s, Greenwich to Esbarro, Jollibee to Kenny Rogers’. I thought all of this was normal to all people. In fact it was, but only to poople like me, who are living and belongs to the middle class of society, or maybe upper middle class. But for those in the orphanage, all the things I simply acquire and dispose of everyday are considered luxuries for them. Now I come to the point of being embarrassed of the way I acted when I tell my parents that I don’t have anything to wear for next term, wherein fact I have. But those children in the orphanage, all they have are 2nd hand clothes being shuffled for everybody’s use. They don’t even own a single of those clothes. They don’t even wear diapers except only on important occasions like parties or visitations by donors and other important figures to the association. Christmas is fast approaching, and it’s the usual holiday where families get together, exchange gifts, settle around the big tree opening presents after the delightful Noche Buena. I could see myself celebrating Christmas without my parents, because I’ve been used to them staying in Saudi Arabia for almost 13 years now. But what I couldn’t imagine is living in an orphanage, celebrating Christmas there with uncertainty if any of my relatives or a parent maybe thinking of me, going to pick me up for the Holidays, will I have gifts? Will I ever have a family to celebrate the next Christmas with or am I going to be like this for the rest of my days on earth. I wouldn’t want to live another day full of uncertainties if that’s the case. So I would have to say that the biggest lesson I’ve learned from my community service is one lesson that I couldn’t learn even I get a master’s degree in legal management—it’s treasuring what you have, making the best of what God has given you, enriching it and sharing it with other people. My experience led me to be so thankful to my family and especially to God. I have never been deprived of diapers when I was a baby. My parents were giving me things that I thought I needed, but these things are act...