Whether it be serving the homeless and poor at an interfaith kitchen, coaching the younger middle school volleyball team, or going out of the country for mission trips, my passion is serving others. Every other month, a group of youth and I get together and cook meals for the homeless in Deland. We provide a full dinner and dessert to around 80 men, women, and children who cannot support themselves or their families. Once the food is finished being served, the other youth and I take the time to simply talk with them and sometimes even pray for them. It is very humbling to be in this environment because it shows that not everyone has an easy life like my youth group and I do. As a group, the youth get together every week and have a meal together. On the other hand, these people are always concerned with how and even if they are going to find their next meal. It is also humbling because of the thankfulness and kindness these men and women pour out to us. Despite their lack of possessions, they are the most grateful and happy people I have come in contact with. …show more content…
Because of my previous playing experience, I was asked to be the assistant of the fourth-sixth grade team. Even though I was the assistant, I ran all the practices and coached all the games. I loved this position so much I asked the headmaster if I could be the head coach of the middle school team. I absolutely am in love with all the girls on my team. Because all the girls are relatively new to the sport, they don’t have a high skill level but that is what I enjoy most. Because of their lack of experience, I get to teach them every little thing that I love so much about volleyball. They do not win very many games but it doesn’t matter to them or me because they are simply just enjoying the sport
The summer before my junior year, my team and I received news that we were going to be aligned into a tougher district. This meant our opponents were now going to be stronger, faster, taller, more skillful, and much more experienced. These large schools that we were now aligned to play against have had strong athletic programs that were established years ago. Memorial High School (my school) on the other hand, has yet to establish an athletics program, which meant each of us were behind experience wise. When we were given the news, I could tell by looking at everyone’s faces that no one wanted to continue playing; they all just wanted to give up.
Clay woke up to the loud, and obnoxious screeching of the alarm clock that rested on the floor next to his bed, he groaned in annoance at realization of consciousness, wishing sleeping felt longer. After laying there for another five minutes with the alarm blaring in the background, he desided to get up. The feline streched his frail wings out, making the muscles inside shiver slightly from the lack of use for the past few hours. After a bit more stretching in bed, Clay lazily slipped out of bed, his paws hitting the floor with a muffled "thump", due to the carpeted flooring.
“They’re back, Matt,” Doctor Sarah Leslie, CDC’s Chief Medical Examiner spoke through the phone. Retired, Detective Matthew Benson clinched the phone tighter, there was only one reason she would make that claim, a dead body. “How many?” “Two,” she said, “but we both know more will follow.” “Unfortunately,” he agreed.
Chapter Two: Literature Review Prime candidates for permanent supportive housing are those considered to be chronically homeless. This group of homeless individuals are those who according to the United States Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) meet the following definition: a single adult with a disability that has been homeless, unsheltered for over one year or more, they have been homeless four times within the last three years with a combined time totaling twelve months. This subgroup of homeless individuals is more subject to limited, available, and suitable housing when they suffer long-term disabilities, have mental health disorders, and are not employed with sustainable income (Parker, 2010). In researching the approaches
As I sat on the sidewalk with him, shame overtook my heart. The glares from others passing by caused me to feel utterly uncomfortable but I continued to listen to his story. I knew what I had been called to do when I accepted this opportunity but never had I imagined it to be like this.
American homelessness is growing at a faster rate than the general population. As of 2023, statistics have proved that over 500,000 people across the United States are experiencing homelessness. In a developed country filled with opportunities, that number has steadily increased by 6% yearly; statistics only tell parts of the story. Living on the streets is a brutal experience, and living in a shelter does not make it any better. Shelters have been deemed chaotic and unsafe places; especially with the rise of homelessness, it is harder to accommodate the needs of those people.
Of course winning is a main topic in sports but, it also important to make sure that every child is enjoying their experience playing the sport. The first step for this that each child knows how to play the sport properly. Then from this a way that the kids can be more involved is to tell their coaches what drills/plays that they like do or don 't like and perhaps they can come up or suggest their own. A child-centered approach inspires children to matters like learning experiences into their own hands, that 's how they will develop.
Helena M. Gray-Beathley Since the early seventy’s, I discovered more people homeless in the community, it was never to noticed due to everyone always helped each. When the eighty’s came and drugs and HIV-AIDS was more prevalent in our society. Homelessness became an academic around the world. Drug addiction was on the rise and, I became very aware of the issues, when it hit home.
Personal Narrative 2 years ago I went to Pakistan. When I was there, I met a homeless guy. That homeless guy helped me, and kind of changed my perspective on the way I look at things now. We were going to Pakistan for our aunt’s wedding( we meaning I and my family).
It all began on a warm and humid summer night. I was pondering on how much I loved my family and how much I loved spending time with them. I was just 7 years old. I was also playing with my older sister in my sizeable basement. That is when my entire little world around me started crumbling.
I was starving, freezing and most importantly dying from exhaustion. Being homeless was not exactly a walk in the park; it had zero advantages. The multiple layers of neglected clothes I haunted through the years did nothing to shelter my body against the cold weather. My stomach growled desperately for food and fantasizing constantly about a huge yummy steak probably did not help. I did not only smell like poop from the lack of proper hygiene but I also looked like a live skeleton from the lack of food.
Good Players should Play If you play a high school sport, or a sport in general, you would want to win right? The only way to help increase your chance of victory, is for the coach to play the best players. Normally, when you play a sport, you want to win. The sport is much more enjoyable when you win more than lose. Although some people believe that everyone should get equal playing time, some kids don’t deserve to play.
Her hands were still shaking when the flashing red and blue lights announced the arrival of the police. The brisk night air did little to cool the hot ball of fear that still sat in her stomach, but it helped to dry the tears that were still lingering on her cheeks. She was alone and scared when the officers approached her, and she was hoping to find a kind face and a listening ear as she told her story.
It all happened three years ago. On the 11th of March 2011, 6:30 pm, when a savaging earthquake hit the north-east of the country, causing a shocking view of continuous water waves that suddenly and from nowhere, started sweeping across the shore. I was thirteen years old when it had begun. At that time, I was sitting in my room, reading comic books, when the freezing water smashed the windows and burst into the room. For a moment, it all seemed unreal to me, but as soon as the salty water rushed into my mouth and eyes, I knew that something was going horribly wrong.
Many if not all of us can relate to the statement that we’ve all had useless clutter in our lives, both physical and mental. We may not realize it but it can be a constant battle to get rid of these useless thoughts, possessions, memories and for some, people. It can be as simple as having to look at yourself in the window as you walk past it just to make sure you look good or it could be as drastic as constantly checking your phone for notifications and changing your life to keep up with the ‘social norms’. I didn’t realise that I had so much unnecessary things, people and thoughts in my life until I looked back on it and actively changed it.