Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure

“Nearly 250 million children are engaged in child labor around the world, 70 percent, or some 170 million-are working in agriculture” (Backgrounder). This means that the other 30% is suffering from working in either factories, or other dangerous jobs other than agriculture. But back then agriculture used to be ‘good, clean outside work’ and kids tend to pinch in, to help relieve the workload (Child Farmworkers). Nowadays, it’s one of the most dangerous jobs for a child to work in agriculture, with heavy machinery, sharp tools, work  in positions that could damage your growth and body, and pesticide for the plants, for both migrant children and all of the kids that work on farms (Child Farmworkers). Some countries like America, have Child Labor Law, but when it was made, it left a big hole for the agriculture workers, because back then most of the American families are still farmers, but not today. So that allow the kids to start working at a far younger age than use, for unlimited numbers of hours, as long as their parents allow this, and these farms hire them. But it’s a risk to their health, education, and freedom, especially when you get them to work during the summer (HRW Support care). So in this essay, I’ll be talking about the child labor that is happening in America, difference between that to a developing country, and what we could do to stop it.

First is about an article from Human Right’s Watch, it talks about the child labor that is happening in America. Which is 300,000 to 400,000 kids from America to 250 million kids around the world, as it was said in the video. 3 or 4 hundreds of thousands of kids, and most of them are working on commercial farms, using sharp tools, dangerous pesticides, and in positions that could affect their health and body (Child Farmworkers). But the US, is one of the lucky developed countries, other places like Laos and Cambodia are still developing, so they suffer much worse than what America is being through.
Second is about the 3 differences between an already developed country like America, to a developing country, like Haiti . First is the death rate, a developed country would have low death rate, because they have more access to clean drinkable water, easy access to medication for diseases, good housing conditions, and plenty of food to eat (Scalloway). Next is, the birth rate, developing countries would have high birth rates, because of the larger families would expect their children to help work paying their debt and to put food on the table (Scalloway). Finally is the employment system, developing countries would have a hard time employing people, because most of them have little to none education, and most of what they know apply to farming. (Difference Between Developed and Developing Countries)
Lastly, is about what we could do to stop child labor, in the article HRW, Human Rights Watch, support care, it talks a bit about the CARE act, also known as the Children Act for Responsible Employment. It was supposed to help apply same rules on agriculture kids as the rules on normal working teens, with age and hour restriction of work, but leaving a small hole for kids to work on their family farm. I think this is a great idea, meaning kids can finally have the time to get back into school and get the education that they need.

So, the States is not the only one suffering, a country would at one point. Just some help from those who notice and willing to help, it could change people’s perspective of what they see in the world.

“HRW: Child Labor in US Agriculture – Rural Migration News …” 2010. 28 May. 2012 <http://migration.ucdavis.edu/rmn/more.php?id=1559_0_6_0>

Back then, I had a fear of talking to everyone,
My fear of rejection was at its highest peak,
Even a little no, or argument would cause me to shake.
Even with classmates, I’ve been with for so many school years.
I continue to let my fear took over my voice,
Like chains around my neck,
Causing me to sutter, or not dare speak a word
Because my fear, would strengthen the chain.
So, you come looking for me, I would be in the library,
Farthest from the door in a corner, head buried in a book.
(I was happy, that I made friends with the teachers,
specially the librarian.)
But not anymore, I no longer shiver over the littlest things
Thanks to the help of my determined science teacher,
And friendly counselor,
I made friends,
Who helped me throughout the years,
No tears or tremble was cause,
When I was rejected, nor when I had an argument.
Still pieces of what remain of the chain are still there.
I sometimes still allow my feeling to get the best of me.

Really? Why this question?
Even if I tell you why would you care? You’ll
Just leave me all alone in the dust again.
Each one of us experienced it once, but some
Can handle it better. So, can you help me
To get over this fear?
I want to
Open up to new people like I
Never got to.
So, please. Don’t leave me here alone

My mind is a bit odd out of others,
It’s not the kind with photographic memory
Or ones you could stuff information into.
Sometimes when I search my memories,
Most of what I remember was the little things in my life.
Like my mother pull the block out of the large snowman, we’ve made.
The sweet, hot milk that grandmother uses to wake me up during the winter
The fear and horror on my aunt’s face when she found me on the ground
After my great fall.
The quiet dark ride home on my 11th birthday
And Dominique crouching down, to pull out a book, it took everything I got
To go up, and say hello.
And the list goes on, but I wonder about the things I can’t remember.
It’s strange, how sometimes the most important things to me, I simply forget
And at one point, it would all come rushing towards me.
In my dreams, or when I’m in public or not
It just happens, causing headaches and dizzyness
I have to tune out of my surrounds just to clear it out
That’s all I could do,
With no control over my memory attack
I simply accept the suffering and fear
Ones that my past self also went through
And have hope that I could find a fast cure
By experiencing everything over again.

The articles that we have receive this week is in a location not far from where we are, the Cambodian forest.

Mr. Chut Wutty, the Cambodian forest activist and the head of the Natural Resource Protection Group, was shot about a week ago. He died working to stop people from destroying the forest, to stop private companies who worked with the government to start large illegal logging operations.

Mr. Mathieu Young,  a 30 year old Los Angles-based photographer, who spent a couple of days with Mr. Chut Wutty, taking pictures for evidence of illegal logging. He was there then Mr. Chut Wutty was shot, but missed to see the real shooting when he ducked for cover.

“All these foreign companies that are just strings of letters,” Mr. Young said, “To the locals, they’re all called ‘the company, the company, the company.’”

To think that the companies are taking away the land of the people the used to survive, it’s horrible. They didn’t just simply clear the trees and start mining the land, they hired the locals to cut them down the trees, and to collect what ever resin they could find. It was suppose to be protected land, to save the resources and the people that lives with it, but the government is too scared of the ‘powerful, mysterious companies’ to say no.

You can hear chain saws going everywhere,” Mr. Young said. “It’s pretty devastating to see the scale of the deforestation. It’s happening all over the country.

“The government would say this is a protected land, and he’d say ‘Yeah, the chain saws are louder than the law,’ ”

I look up to Mr. Chut Wutty, as a person who’s willing to risk his life to do the things that he knows is right. I’ve been to Cambodia before, it’s beautiful there, both trees and ruins, I hope that none of those places are effected by the private companies that is cutting down trees.

Moments after reading the article, I had an uneasy turn in my stomach. Simply looking at the photos that are shown, I have already began fearing the worst of what to come.

By NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center

Scientist ans fishermen seem to be pointing their finger at the 2012 BP oil spill, as the cause of the mutation that is happening to the sea life. The chemicals that were used to clean up the rubber, grease and oil, is what seems to be causing  the damage in the environment.But with all this mutation happening, I wonder what would happen, if the chemicals infected our drinking water, we might either start dying at an alarming rate, or , like the marine life, become mutated from the chemicals, who knows what could happen.

If we don’t start the change now, it would take longer to make a difference

  …a pair of spectacles that interacts with what you’re seeing and acts as a smartphone, day planner, turn-by-turn navigation system, camera and more.

We all had once wish for a changed world,
One that has freedom, hope, and peace
Rights for every person,
Liberty in every country
Doesn’t that all sound like a dream?

War
Are they the
Right thing to do?

Is it possible to stop?
Is there a chance or hope of world peace?
–
Fear of loss, of pride or honor
Is one of man’s
Greatest fear, but that causes
Hatred among
Those they go against.
–
Love can bring us bring us up on our toes, but
In life, we all have an arduous struggle in everything.
For all the hard work that we do,
Even greed, our very own adversary, can bring us to our knees
–
Back in the past,
Our path and life is guided by the love that is shared.
Now in the future,
Destiny is bind with hard work,

But that doesn’t slavery isn’t there.

By cindy47452

I find that the speech was rather interesting and partly convincing, because within Patrick Henry’s speech, he mention a lot about chains of slavery and freedom, how the British look down on them. “They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary” In other words, Britain thinks that America are is weak an they cannot defend themselves.

“Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace! But there is no peace. The war is actually begun!” This part cut me off, because they seem to refer themselves or the British as gentlemen trying to declare peace, while others have already started war.

In other words, I only find that part of the speech convincing, mostly because we’re not in a big decision of starting war with another country or trying to gain independence. But in their shoes, the speech gave them the confidence and energy to gain independence.