country took it all for granted. I saw the faces of children who
truly had nothing; I could see in their faces just how unjust life
has been. There was a small boy who comes to mind that I saw
while working in Bangladesh. He was covered from head to toe
in dirt and sawdust from the mill that he most likely worked in
to help his family. He was very skinny and his eyes were
sunken, blank as if you could see that there is nothing more
that this world could do to him that has not already been done
before. Yet I never saw him once without a smile. He had
nothing but was happy. This is when I found what freedom
really was. It can mean so much and be easily forgotten, but
when you have nothing, freedom is the only thing you want.
Freedom is too complex to simply define it in one word or even
a thousand words, but I know I'll have it every day; the ability
to talk when others can't; the ability to learn what others do
not know. Freedom is not something one man can hope to
share by himself because the second he tastes it, he will want
everyone to know what freedom truly is. Freedom is something
that is ever changing and I cannot simply define it because I
don't believe freedom is within one person but within all
people.