Around a year ago I was introduced to two little boys. They were brothers who had been put into foster care because of at home abuse. The oldest brother is Colt and the youngest is Crew. Colt has down syndrome and Crew was born with a life threatening tumor in his skull. They are cared for by their foster mother, Nikki. She worked a full time job and needed help taking care of them, so I volunteered to help. Little did I know that a simple babysitting job would change my life.
It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”. We all agreed and were hoping for my dad to also agree. Then my father said with a cheerful voice “Where do you guys want to go for vacation”. Me and my sister Rahma wanted to go to Florida, but, my other sister Selsibila wanted to go to California. Since Florida is closer and most of us agreed on going to Florida my parents said, “Ok then Florida it is” and we all ran to our rooms to pack up our stuff. My father quickly went on his computer and started looking for a rental. After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.
People always told me that money can’t buy happiness, but I never truly experienced what that meant until I met the people of Honduras. The country and the people had an impact on me and on how I see the world. In my interactions with the people and culture of Honduras, among some very challenging living conditions, I was inspired by their love of family, welcoming attitude, and joy of life. For me, Honduras was like a mirror for me to look in and see my own life compared to the Hondurans’. If I brought back one thing with me, it was the desire to be like them in how I face life, love family and friends, and be filled with joy.
My first week proved to be very challenging. My favorite uncle was a veteran and I often visited him at the Missouri Veterans Home nursing center. He died several years ago, however, I remembered seeing many older veterans who did not have anyone to visit them. Many were very lonely and longed-for visitors. I had decided volunteering with the Veterans Administration Medical Center Jefferson Barracks Division would be something that I would really enjoy. I researched how to volunteer with the Veterans Administration online and found that for those who wished to volunteer process included a minimum of 100 hours of service, fingerprinting for a background investigation, an in-house orientation, and obtaining a V.A. identification badge. I was excited, so I went to Jefferson Barracks the very next day. After getting lost a couple of times in the buildings, I finally found the right department. Unfortunately, I was told that the person who handled volunteer services had just gone to lunch and would be back in one hour. I started to leave but decided to stay instead. After one hour and fifteen minutes, the person in charge of volunteers finally made it back to the office. I was greeted by a very friendly young lady that explained to me that she was filling in for the person who made the official
Many people go on Mission trips to help other communities that are in need, but some go for the many friendships and experiences that last a lifetime. I went on Mission Trip 2015 to Eagle Butte, South Dakota for both reasons. I had always remember day three of Mission Trip 2015 because I helped the Cheyenne River community, made friends with people from around the state, and renewed old friendships with people from my own school.
Please describe any extracurricular activities, special talents, or community service projects you have done, and tell us what you have learned from these experiences.
There’s just something about Mexico that is so captivating. I don’t know whether it's the food or the people or the overall environment. It is not always easy for me to say that, though. Why? Well, I usually go to Mexico once a year to this small village by the name of Bolanos, Jalisco. The nearest, larger city, Guadalajara, Jalisco, is five hours away so as you can imagine or maybe can’t, there’s not much to do. I have family members in Mexico so I obviously want to see them, but I also want to stay in my home with the comfort it provides. I don’t really remember what I use to do in our visits when I was younger, I can vaguely remember what I did in the past three years. This year was different though. On June 6th, my mom, sister, and I took a plane early in the morning to our destination. My mom wanted to take advantage of summer break to be there for a while. When the tickets were first bought and I was told the date of departure; I wasn’t too fond of it. Departure would be two days after finals and all I wanted was to rest.
One day I will never forget is the first day I came to Job Corps. It felt unreal! Just thinking about really leaving the city and going to school; the people, food, rooms everything was on my mind. I was already prepared for the day and actually I was anxious to leave and start school. Although I would miss my mom and my friends, I knew I had to get on to a new start. My whole ride to Port Authority I just wondered how it would be on the center. It was hard for me to actually get comfortable with the fact I was on my way.
Razor-sharp leaves and blackberry thorns scraped my exposed legs as I hiked up the short trail leading to the central field of Gleason Cemetery. I spent a moment, absorbing my surroundings and came to a sudden realization: I’m going to be buried here before I finish this project. About ten concrete stones peaked their heads above an intricate tangle of emerald vines running up their bases. Thick blackberry bushes surrounded my father and I as we attempted to explore. “We’ll take this one grave at a time,” my dad assured me. I was not completely convinced, but knew if I strived to live up to my aspirations, my lifelong goal of becoming an Eagle Scout would be within my reach.
It was 3:30 in the morning when our plane finally landed in Santo Domingo and I had just witnessed the scariest plane flight of my life. Along with the scariest flight in my life it had been the longest day in my life. I had been up for 22 hours straight, waiting and riding on plane flights that constantly got delayed or pushed back along with excruciating long car rides. Our mission team stayed the night at some nice hotel and in the morning we would take off for San Juan De La Maguana where we would stay the rest of the week. That morning we woke up extremely early and trudged into the elevators down to the lobby. Running on only 5 hours of sleep in the past two days, we gathered our strength and stumbled into the bus and collapsing on the
It all started by deciding on where we wanted to go.At first we wanted to go to the beach. Our second choice was to go to Disney World. At the end we finally made a decision on where we were going. We were finally going to Disney World I would have preferred the beach just a little bit. But at the end i'm finally able to go on a family trip. Two days have passed every day has been more and more exciting for my brother and I. My brother was so excited one day that he was already in the car because he thought that we were already heading to the airport.The night that we were leaving we had to wake up at 3:00 in the morning.The intence was when we were heading to the airport.
Thomas Jefferson once stated: “If you want something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never done.” People to People is an organization, which has a special component referred to as a student ambassador program. This program is responsible for teaching student ambassadors the importance of bridging cultural and political borders, through education and exchange, with the aspiration of creating global citizens, and making the world a better place for future generations. Traveling with People to People was an unforgettable experience, which changed me personally. It inspired me to want to continue and make a difference, on a much larger scale, than a young sixteen year old adolescent could possibly
In the summer my family and i went to Corpus to visit some family friends. On the way to corpus it was amazing seeing different kind of ranch animals. It was my first time going on a road trip to the beach. i have never been to the beach nor out of San Antonio. My family and i had a whole ton of laughs while on the road and had those family talks. My family and i took this trip because our family was breaking apart and we needed to talk a family road trip to see if it help to be out and about with each other.
A day after Christmas, two years ago, my mom and I set out on an adventure to Nicaragua. We went with a group from our church, led by my mom. Our church supports two missionaries in Bluefields, Nicaragua so that’s how we decided to go to Nicaragua. Going down to Nicaragua was a dream for a lot of people in my church, including me, so we were heading down there quickly.
I always hated helping other people because I never thought it would help me go farther than where I was. Although later in life I learned how to help others and that if you help others it does come back just in a different way.I have learned the joy of helping others so and that if I was in the same situation somebody would help me. Also after they help me I hope I can go help somebody else. That is what I think about that topic so I will go to the next.