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Personal Narrative: I Am Lebanese
One occasion that I was treated unfairly was due to the fact that I am Lebanese. A prejudiced person gave me unfair treatment because I did not carry his "racial privileges". This happened when I was in a grocery store and another customer used racial slurs towards me. What I did in this situation was step back and just allow him to speak his mind and then kindly treated him with respect to show the differences between him and I. That being said it changed who I am today because it gave me the experience that life isn't fair and that I have to work hard around people who are biased. This experience also helped me become a better person because it allowed me to see how I view and treat others:I show the same respect and kindness to others
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