When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a medical condition that required me to go to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburgh multiple times per month. It was boring, annoying, and sometimes painful. I never enjoyed going and that didn’t change as I got older. But when I just started going, I was very sick. Between the one hundred two-degree fever I had and the amount of blood they had to take out of me for tests, I felt miserable. Nothing there could comfort me. I was surrounded by white walls, and medical supplies in a room barely large enough for the bed and two chairs. This was before they built a new Children’s Hospital, though, which is filled with bright colors, beautiful murals with images of butterflies and flowers, and overall a more comfortable atmosphere. I remember lying in the hospital bed, under a thin sheet, …show more content…
According to their website, they offer many services from medical information and referrals to doctors, financial resources, housing, and education assistance. They even provide things as simple as friendship, encouragement, and emotional support. Other items such as free pregnancy tests and maternity and baby clothes are provided. Birthright’s philosophy is based on love and commitment to caring for women. Clinics are found in the United States, Canada, and Africa. Both my sister and I, plus our friends, wanted to give back to children in need. I felt the comfort of a simple stuffed animal when I was sick and wanted other children to feel comfortable too. Theresa went through multiple surgeries and to comfort herself made blankets for others. There’s always a feeling of accomplishment and warmth in donating to others. Even if it isn’t a material good or money, things as basic as your time with another can improve a situation. A laugh, a smile, reading a book, or just being with a person in need can brighten a room wherever they may need
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As I volunteered and continued to read, I began to see the kids I played with differently. I didn’t just see them for their disease or complications, but I saw their heart, and the joy they felt just by doing simple things. I started to imagine their families and wondered what they might be going through, having a child live in a hospital. I kept remembering how confused and misled the Lacks’ family was with the health care system, and even though, I’m not a doctor, I hoped the best for the patient’s well-being and their
Born into Slavery in 1850, Sarah E. Goode understood the cramped quarters many Americans living in poverty feel today. The average slave quarters in 1850 measured 20-by-20 feet and that 400-square feet was home to a minimum of four to six slaves. Most likely this is one of the reasons that Goode, whose father was a carpenter, set out to provide quality furniture for families with limited space. Her invention, a folding bed that transforms into a roll-top desk with compartments for writing supplies was approved by the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office on July 14, 1885, making her the first African-American woman to receive a U.S. Patent. Goode’s fold-up bed is similar to today’s fold-down beds, also known as the Murphy Bed.
Peter Singer the man who wrote the famous proposal "The Singer Solution to World Poverty" talks about donating money to charity rather than spending it on luxuries to save lives. Singer explains this by stating examples of people put in a situation to sacrifice a beloved item for a child 's life. The first example talks about Dora a retired schoolteacher writing letters for illiterate people. When suddenly she gets an opportunity to obtain 1,000 dollars and all she has to do is bring a kid to a house of foreigners who are willing to adopt him. Dora brings the child, gets paid and enjoys her TV until her neighbor informs her that the foreigners really were organ peddlers.
Because of her strong compassion and nurturing spirit, seeing this really lay heavy on her heart, she knew and felt in her soul that something had to be done. Christmas is a time of jubilation and celebrating the birth of Jesus with family and friends. It is a time for love, caring, sharing and happiness. But this was not what she saw on the faces of some of the people in the community.
When we pay close attention to the global. We can see that the population in the United States of America has grown due to that fact of immigrants. Nowadays immigrants from China, Mexico, Spain, and other parts of the country have come to the U.S. and automatically receive Birthright Citizenship. All it took was for the child to be born in the U.S and automatically they are granted with the same benefits as the main U.S Citizens. Also if we ask our self, “ Why are so many immigrants from all over the world continually coming to the U.S and decide to stay there?”
It was a couple hours before we could see you again. They had taken you to the ICU and had gotten you set up before we saw you. When we finally got to see you, you were so swollen and bruised that we hardly recognized you. Every couple hours or so a nurse would come in and give you more sedatives and allergy medicine and every single time you woke up and fought us because the allergy
They had to take used diapers and wash and dry them so that the children could wear them. Personally I wanted to help the poor so that I could see the spark of gratefulness a person has when you help them. It also makes you understand the fact that everyone has a story. That every living being has a tragic past. And not to look at people for how they act, that it is most likely because of the trauma they have gone
She revealed, to the world, how much the destitute suffered. The international community, and even Mother Teresa, was shocked upon seeing the living conditions of the poor. She wrote, “Today, I learned a good lesson… I thought how much they must ache in body and soul, looking for a home, food and health,” (Spink, 241) Mother Teresa’s work inspired others to help the needy, because she truly loved and assisted them (“Mother Teresa of Calcutta”). She devoted more than 45 years of her life to those who are stricken with poverty, dying, or unwanted around the world. Many believed her never-ending love of the poor brought “light” into the world.
Ultimately, activities with the same orientation have inspired me to make a positive impact on my community in the future. Operation Santa has been a teaching tool towards the important ideal I learned at a young age, "Help others even though they may not be able to help you." Moreover, interacting with individuals who are not as fortunate as I am has humbled and motivated me to become the best person I can be in order to help other hapless members of my community. I believe this project is one of the most rewarding activities any volunteer can participate in. Reaching out to families that endure a
Waiting on the emergency hospital floor, I waited for the arrival of a nurse, a doctor, or anyone willing to tell me about my sister’s health. I remember walking back and forth in the hospital, running into my parents, doctors, and thinking about why this happened to my sister. This all began on June 21, 2010, the day that I will never forget. It was like any other perfect day, the sun was blooming, children were shouting and playing as always, and smell of summer filled the air.
The world is a horrible place when you think of all the atrocious things happening. However, it’s the little things, like finding a quarter on the street or receiving a compliment or getting an encouraging smile when standing in front of a crowd, that can really make someone’s day. We are all capable of making someone smile and we are all capable of serving as a reminder to someone that the world contains love, beauty, compassion, and
How I Got My Brace We lost our soccer games, 2-1. On the ride home I was sitting in the back with a friend, while my sister sat up front, her long red hair hanging over the seat. We both saw the same dark blue punch-buggie fly passed us on the highway. She turned around and looked at me, I looked stared back at her.
I wake up in the recovery room with blurred white lights that blind me like the sun. Nurses run everywhere but I close my eyes because the pain is intense. It is in my eyes, it is in my ears, it is deep inside my head. It burns like a raging fire and the flames spread through my head. “It hurts so bad mom” I cry.
It’s a terrible feeling; the idea that happiness is forever out of reach. Depression is all too familiar in current-day society; social norms and human nature make it truly difficult to share true emotions, so things like depression are suppressed and manifest themselves as things often worse than just intense sadness. On the other hand, something like donating an organ would be looked upon with immense praise and everyone around you would ensure that, should a donator need help, they would certainly get it. Depression and donation aren’t actually all that different; in fact, they’re similar in the ideas that you interact differently with others and nobody can visibly see if someone has or has done either; however, society sees these as two very different things; in addition, donations are optional.