Personal Narrative: My Giving To Breast Cancer

Summer brought a conclusion to AP exams, AP and Honors classes, and Swim Team. Although I grateful for the much deserved break, I had an overwhelming urge to become an active member for my community. I knew I needed to obtain my mark in the world in a special way during the summer large-scale or not. However, I never thought I would volunteer at a food bank. As an acutely withdrawn and self-conscious person, I’d much rather prefer to assist out behind the scenes, as a dutiful background member. Volunteering at a busy food bank transformed me in a way I couldn’t even imagine. Being up front and center among people taught me confidence I had never experienced. While performing my countless roles (providing prayer for clients, setting up food

I really didn 't understand why the people in my life started to treat me way better now that they knew i had cancer. If only they had cared about me like this when i wasnt sick.

In my community, I donate to St Jude’s Hospital for cancer research. Almost half of my family has had some kind of cancer. Donating to St. Jude’s Hospital helps me give back to people who have already lost their lives, are undergoing treatment, or anyone who might have cancer in the future. In my 7th grade year, another student and I raised money to help find a cure for Type One Diabetes. The money that we raised went to an organization called “Beyond Type One” so that they can use it to perform scientific experiments to find a cure. Finally, in my 5th grade year at LaPerche Elementary, I created an organization that helped soldiers. I worked with my 5th grade teacher to help spread the word. I collected all sorts of toiletries and essentials for soldiers that had been deployed. As you can see, being a good citizen is near and dear to my

The day my mother was diagnosed with cancer was the day that impacted my life. I was in middle school at the time, I was ashamed to have a mother who was ill and who was not able to contribute on certain things. For instance, she was not able to go out as much because the air can cause her to get ill.

Through serving others, I have come to realize that every person, regardless of one’s cultural background, has something to offer to the community. As an immigrant, I was quite hesitant about accepting new challenges. The fear of others’ judgment regarding my performance hindered my progress. However, through serving others in various capacities, I was able to interact and help people in my community, who themselves helped me overcome my fears.  Whether helping patients at St. John Providence or assisting refugees at the American Red Cross, I was amazed as to how much my presence made a difference, especially for those who needed me to interpret for them. The gratitude these people expressed to me enhanced my sense of purpose and made me realize

Cancer was something that happened in my life that I did not see coming. No of course it was not me who was hit with the big C. This happened to my sister when I was in the 6th grade. This took a major change for me and it changed who I am today. My step-mom told me when we left walmart. I think she was scared to tell me. She said “Maxx, your sister Zoe has cancer.” I didn’t really know how to react so I just said, ”Okay.”

Susan G. Komen (SGK) is one of the most influential non-profit organizations in terms of its effort in championing their cause. We have been given the task to help rebuild their image, and offer our recommendations on how to regain public trust and support. After the defunding of Planned Parenthood (PP) and its mismanagement of dissemination of information and response, the question that strikes us was why Planned Parenthood responded to the news and actions of SGK negatively. Despite the fact that it is true, that PP was under federal investigation for mismanagement of funds.

When the AAA Saline baseball team found out we were going to Cooperstown we were so excited. But it cost $2,000 a person so we had to do a whole bunch of fundraiser. . We had a whole bunch on our plate because we had to do fundraisers and we had to practice a lot to be ready.

A couple was killed after a truck crashed into their car on Finkerton Highway, south of Flaxtown yesterday.

My fourth day at Agape hospice I was the administrative of the day. When I was asked to be the administrative of the day I was nervous again. I was nervous because I was in charge of the office in the front.By being in charge of the front,I had the opportunity to work at the front desk by answer phone calls, and help assist the staffs.I was afraid of things going wrong and thing did went wrong. The problem was some of my calls wasn 't coming though. Hours had pass I haven 't receive any calls until I told Nikki what was going on.After I told Nikki what was going I begin to receive phone calls. That day I didn 't receive many phone calls, so therefore I had an easy day because no was there. As for the phone calls I had to write down notes for

It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming along with me. Jeff is driving, Jason is in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of Jeff’s 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe. It was chilly and the winds were powerful on this winter day, snow was covering the trees and the ground, it was a beautiful sight of a winter wonderland. We are on our way to the James Center, where I 'm receiving my treatment.

Service learning is key to understanding a multitude of people and personalities. The American Red Cross is the wonderful organization where I get to serve my community and gain experience applicable to my future career. I will assist in blood drives, spread community preparedness, and educate others.

If I went to court and pleaded guilty to being a serial killer, but exclaimed that it was all on accident do you think the court would believe me? Would you believe me? Would anyone believe that it was actually an amazing learning experience? Well let me try and convince you because to me it was.

Warm salty tears rolled down my melancholy face onto my black dress, as I spaced out at my white sandals my grandmother had bought me. The ten-year-old mindset was to gaze around the room at all the faces overtaken with grief, constantly asking myself "Why do bad things happen to good people?" As a child not knowing the answer to this question was hard to understand the point of this lesson in life that has been thrown at me. Not able to bring my grandmother back to life was absolutely painful to watch as she was lowered into her grave. In 1996, my grandmother, Teresa was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she took her last breath April 30th, 2010.

Stood at the foot of a bed, on a sunny late July afternoon, I watched someone die.