Race and your Community Essay

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Driving along the same congested streets from work to my apartment for about more than a couple of years is something I enjoyed and detest at the same time. It is enjoyable because somehow things I see around the streets help me to solve many things in my life that perplex me.


I could see and identify everything around me and it seemed everything was just a copy of yesterday's, which was a copy of the day before yesterday, and so on. And I guess would be same tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.
People are the same, rushing towards the same definite directions as yesterday. They live by the minute and worry much of what happens the next hour. It is the same with the big cities in the country I came from, but much different from the town I was born and grew up. People in my hometown live by the day instead of by the minute and anxious of what might happen the next year instead of the next hour. Time is pretty slow and lenghty.
The last turn towards my apartment building detached me from the bumper to bumper drive. I park just few meters away from the building door. People I have just passed by gave me, as usual, a how-in-the-world-he-is-driving such make of car. My car is not a luxury one, not even that expensive. But what make them give me that look as if I carnapped it is because I am driving a car of their country's make and that their look seems telling me that I should be driving my own country's make instead. Why Don't they race use Toyota, Hyundai, BMW, or Mercedes Cars not their own country's make
They are nice enough not calling 911 for a suspected carnapped car bein ...
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