The Fortune Spiders Anonymous

When the clear automatic doors opened to the humid air of New York City, my life would never be the same. The busy traffic with dozens of yellow cabs overwhelmed a girl who grew up in a place where a bike is an expensive transportation tool. While my parents drove past an endless chain of fast food restaurants, I marveled at the luxurious American lifestyle. Adjusting to my new home in New York City, after flying thousands of miles from rural China, exposed me to unforeseen lavishness and extravagance.

Living in the United States, what was previously impossible became possible. Most people have access to food and water all the time. They can go to work in skyscrapers and drive luxurious cars. Gradually, the city’s wastefulness and consumption brainwashed me into thinking that I do not have to consider those who lack the simple basic necessities. While all of my demands were satisfied, I forgot the values I grew up with and ignored the plight of others in developing countries. Shelter, healthcare, and education came easily. What a fortune to live here, I thought. At the same time, it is also a curse. I slowly lost my native culture’s values, such as frugality and determination that enable the Chinese people to become the next...