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Life in a Third World Country
From princess to poverty
I used to be a princess. I had it all. Nice clothes, boots, shoes, tons of gold jewelry, leather coats, I mean, you name it, I had it. Until I didn’t. My last bankruptcy, and leaving my abusive relationship wiped all that out for me.
At 53 years old I was starting a whole new life from the bottom (that’s rock bottom) up. I had no idea what life had in store for me until I went on a volunteer mission trip to Costa Rica (more on that in another story).
And my whole world changed.
I had grown tired of feeling sorry for myself and the miserable existence I then called ‘life’. There had to be something more. I signed up to go help people who had way less than I did for two reasons. One selfish and one humanitarian.
- I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and take my mind off my problems, and
- I truly did want to help those less fortunate.
Little did I know how big of an impact that would have on my life. Anyway that’s not what this article is about so let’s move on, shall we 😉
Picking a country is stressful
Before I begin, for those of you who don’t know where the term “Third World Country” comes from (I honestly didn’t know either…
