My favorite act of service that I have ever done was through the school’s project based learning. I had heard that the NWC Men’s Basketball Team was building a house a Haitian family who’s house had collapsed with all their belongings. I then contacted the men’s basketball coach asking if my group and I could raise money to buy items for their house. We organized a traditional bake sale, as well as an online bake sale, to raise money for the family. In the midst of baking 40 dozen cookies and 38 dozen cupcakes, I was coordinating with a missionary in Haiti, Krisie Mompremier, who knew what the family needed most.
Every day, when coming back home, I had to breastfeed my baby again, cook the meal for the family and clean the kitchen, and off course, wash the dishes. My sink became messy with a pile of dishes that were tossed there until I got home. By that time, my husband was a stay home dad , as he had lost his job. I noticed that instead of helping me out, washing his own dishes, at least, he used all the cleaning ones until none was available. I started wondering why he would do that , when I was hassling between my job, the commute, the nights awake to breast feed my three months baby and the kitchen chores.
Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find
Since I had a field hockey practice a few hours after school, I was obligated to eat my dinner earlier than I prefer. Being home alone and not being very skilled in the kitchen, I decided that mac and cheese would be a great choice. Low on sleep and anxious about the start of the new school year as well as the new field hockey season, I left my meal in the microwave without the important ingredient of water and went upstairs to change for practice. As I was changing, all of a sudden I got a whiff of
And although she has occasionally seen vegetables and fruit at meals, they are usually of the caned variety. The day she took her Grandmother out of the facility, they served her three pieces of toast with jam and French Toast. The put it on the table at 9 am and kept reheating it, until Susan said she would get her Grandmother breakfast at 11
When I went downstairs my parents were there as they greeted me with food once again. They had cooked me crispy bacon with eggs and fluffed pancakes as butter dripped from it. I could tell they were excited for me. I hurried to finish my food as I grabbed my Nike backpack to head
it was drumming and lots of alcohol around. it was my cousin that have passed away and I thought to myself “ well this is nothing that is on TV.” my entire family and friends were there. I also remember the smell of all the good food in the big pot under the tent. it was hot and dark And I was no more than 8 when I first experienced Nine Night. I also remember being close to my mom and aunt as some people were in the house making noises, I really didn 't want to go inside because I was scared.
He looked just like me curly hair ,light brow skin ,and green eyes 14 and we had the same birthday . I would bring him food because in the foster home they fed him very small proportions of food. He said he thinks he knows where our parents were. This made me very nervous because when i was little my parents disappeared not like walked away but like someone took them away.I would go to the foster home every day because we would plan our way to our parents house it was in san Francisco and we were in Santa Monica. We would take four buses all the way tour parents house.
The Road Trip Toby shoved the last bite of toast, dripping with red jelly into his mouth then leaned back in his chair. Breakfast had been a makeshift meal consisting of whatever you wanted to fix. He had a large bowl of sugar coated corn flakes, toast with lots of jelly and a glass of milk. His dad, mom and sister Heather were all busy scurrying around the house getting ready for a road trip to New Orleans. His sister’s “Cheer” team was in a final competition there and his folks had volunteered to take Heather and two of her friends to the meet.
We went to bed before the boys, they didn’t go to bed till around 5. Whenever we weren’t talking to the boys we played soccer in my basement. It was really fun until I kicked the ball to the wall and it broke. I got in a little trouble but it was really funny. Anyway, once we woke up we had Dunkin Donuts, I was pretty hype for that.