Joan Davis Statement If Joan Davis would have survived that tragic car accident I am certain she would have become someone extraordinary that would have shared her kindness with everyone. It is without a doubt that she would have made a difference in a world that needs so much kindness. From my perspective I think every human being is unique, they have their own way of thinking and their own qualities. That is why I don't think that there will ever be another Joan Davis but there can someone who performs similar actions as Joan Davis and I think I share those similar actions. I have always seen myself as an individual who always puts the needs of others before my own. Ever since I was a young girl I wanted to help other
people because it was what parents taught me everyday. They would tell me that if you help those in need you will be rewarded later in life. When I see the homeless people begging for money to buy a little food breaks my heart and I always try to help whenever I can. Some people just walk away or are disgusted but I am one of those people who gives without expecting something in return. There are times that I want to help more, but can’t because I don’t have anything. However one thing I am certain I will do in the future is use my resources to help those who are in need. I know what it is like to have nothing and maybe that is one of the reasons why I always try to help. I don’t want anyone to have to suffer the hunger or the need that I went through. I consider myself a selfless person and I wouldn't change that quality for anything. Although I am a shy quiet person I manage to get involved in clubs that performed a lot of community service. There was a certain moment in the Madera Academic Youth Alliance that I remember clearly. I volunteered to help out give food that the members of the club had made themselves in the courtyard park. A lot of people showed up to receive a bowl of free chicken soup as well as a lunch bag just in case they got hungary later. I remember passing out the food and feeling the warmth go to my heart because it was an act of kindness that benefited only those in need. There was a man who couldn't walk and I offered to take him hsi food and when I took it to him he smiled and said God Bless You. It is moments like this that make everything feel insignificant. Now whenever the club volunteers to help those in need I volunteer without hesitation. I am grateful to be alive with those I love each and everyday and I show that appreciation whenever I can. When I get home from school I always ask if my brother or sister need help with anything. It is often they say yes and they usually require help on math (geometry). I sit with them, explain the material to them and spend hours with them until they understand it. Even though I have my own homework I put them first. I help them even though it means I have to stay up past 11 to get my stuff done.
I have assisted people with disabilities in need of assistance with house cleaning, cooking, and running errands. I enjoy what I do and consider it a privilege to be able to help people in the comfort of their homes. Helping my community is one thing that I enjoy, and I am glad I was in the position to help.
This is why I have worked at a local homeless shelter for the past two years. I feel like I can do the same thing -- help a person or two merely on the basis of our shared humanity. I enjoy paying back some of the help society has given me. I teach a computer class at the shelter, but everyone gets free therapy on the side. Most of those people aren't different in some essential way from the homed or those who have jobs, but life has often dealt them a losing hand to begin with. I tell them that I also had a losing hand, but I never gave up hope. Often, hope is all I had -- but it was enough to keep me pressing onward.
For example, when I look at what i’m doing and how much I love my life i stop and think about all the good and bad things and what other people lives must be like. All the negative things in my life I try to let go of them but the more i think about them the more it makes me even more unhappy. So what i do is I stop and look around and try to make other people happy instead of being selfish. Helping others is like a gift it makes you feel good about yourself. I help people that want to play soccer learn the basics and more so they have the confidence to tryout for a team.
The Life and Activism of Angela Davis. I chose to do this research paper on Angela Davis because of her numerous contributions to the advancement of civil rights as well as to the women’s rights movement. I have passionate beliefs regarding the oppression of women and people of racial minorities. I sought to learn from Davis’ ideology and propose solutions to these conflicts that pervade our society. As well, I hope to gain historical insight into her life and the civil rights movement of the 1960’s and 70’s.
Joan River’s was born on June 8, 1933 in her hometown of Brooklyn, New York. From a very young age, Joan was fascinated with acting. Rivers performed in every school play and was involved in theater where she attended Barnard college. After college, she worked as a comedian to get herself out there, but her main goal was to be an actress. In a way, being a comedian was her way of acting the part, much like an actress would do. Along the way, Joan married a producer by the name of Edgar Rosenberg. The couple had a daughter named Melissa Rivers. Joan Rivers stated that the marriage was a good one, for they supported similar goals and worked together on projects. Joan Rivers first big break came from being on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson.
So, who am I? Should I describe the person I see when I look in the mirror or the person I am working to become? The person I am changes with each new experience, with every person who enters or exits my life, and with how I handle the challenges placed before me. So, the person I am, that is something I will spend the rest of my life discovering.
If someone was to ask me two years ago what I wanted to be I would have greeted them with silence. Before I was a very anti-social person and I didn’t really like speaking much in front of a public, audience, or even my small group of friends. I was the type of girl who preferred staying home in the weekends and watch Netflix instead of going out. But everything changed when I went on a missionary trip with my church to Mexicali. The church I attend has a group of volunteers who go every 2-3 months on the weekends to Mexicali. In these trips we distribute clothes, food, essentials, toys, and candies for all the kids and people in Mexico that live in poverty. Many people who live there live in harsh conditions and are struggling to provide a home for their families. My first trip was a life changing experience because it changed the person who I was. I became an active and outgoing person. I became to appreciate and value the possessions I have at home. Every time I see the kids at Mexicali content when they receive a pair of shoes or a piece sandwich it makes me pleased of myself because I’m able to help them with what I can. Throughout these series of trips I discover my passion and how I have a soft spot for kids. Since Mexicali and where I live have a very large driving distance and I can’t go every day I also volunteer to help kids and adults around my community also. I have help
In conclusion, doing to the right thing is the correct choice. Being just may not come with any material reward, but it comes with the self satisfaction of knowing that you helped another person get by, or even survive a treacherous danger. It’s part of human nature to want to help one another, and God gave us a mission to love, respect, serve, and protect all life.
You are as others see you, yet others do not always see you as you are. With the importance others play on the sense of identity, it's no wonder that peers influence the minds of individuals early on in life. As young toddlers, children do not recognize biological
Community service means to me “service before self”. This phrase has been engraved in my heart since I was a young girl. Since I was born, both of my parents have worked in the same nursing home. I was always in and out whether it was because we didn't have a babysitter that day or I just wanted to play with the facility cat. As I began growing older the in’s and out’s became hours of sitting in my mom’s office helping her file papers or with my dad running around the facility delivering toothbrushes and lotions to rooms. Summers became volunteering in the Activities Department, interacting with the elderly through crafts, painting nails, board games or just chatting away. I realized that these simplest of acts brought happiness to them, it was incredible. I realized what a difference I could make, even if it was small. These moments so early in my life are why I believe I'm so devoted and truly passionate about community service. Since, then I have done everything to immerse myself in my community and school. From volunteering at my local hospital, food bank and soup kitchen, to fundraising for polio, or traveling to Baja California with my club to start recycling and water filter programs. I have found my purpose in
I am compelled to help others in need. Mentally, I know it is not feasible to help everyone, but that does not stop me from trying. In addition, when my clients are in pain, I am also hurt because I have emotionally committed myself to each one of them. I must learn to establish borders to emotionally separate myself from my clients and their problems. I can be compassionate and empathize, but when my workday ends, it ends, and my personal life begins.
My motivation for helping others has numerous reasons behind it. Continually since childhood, I have known that someday I wanted to pursue a career in the medical field. I have perpetually been fascinated with hospitals, doctors, medicine, and the potential of what this field had to offer. I may have a different answer than most to the idea of why I have a desire to help others. I want to be able to show my patients the love and
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
When I think about the person I want to become I think about a kind person who wants to make a difference in the world. I want to help and Inspire others and In general just make this world a more positive and loving place. The personal project was an opportunity to not only do something for myself but for others. By doing this I would be able to reach my goal of being the person I wish to become someday by helping others and spreading my positivity. I decided on feeding the homeless because with this I would be able to help others in need and hopefully inspire or make them happy. Feeding the homeless won 't necessarily change the world, but small acts of kindness like this might inspire other people to do them too and If everyone decided to
...I also like to try, and help the local homeless man and woman by volunteering at my church. I think that taking some time out of my busy schedule to help those in need is very important to my credo. The above credo has inspired me to help people as much as I can and try to make a difference. We should be trying to make and bring happiness to others rather being so overindulged in our perfect little lives to not stop, and look deeper.