Convoy of Hope On July 25th my family and I met at Faith Community Church around five in the morning. The big day had finally come. The day we were going to help the citizens of Ferguson, Missouri through the nonprofit organization Convoy of Hope. The city of Ferguson that was known for protesting was given a chance of hope that day. There was a total of forty churches and one-thousand volunteers in the St. Louis area that came to the event to help supply food, clothing, and haircuts for the citizens. In addition, with the help of many charities and donations, the city was also given over thirty-five thousand pounds of food. That day my church group and I were on a mission to make peace, and bring exhilaration to the community. The church bus …show more content…
Next we passed the bags down in a line to start filling the empty shelves. I remember all the shelves in the pantry being vacant before we got there. After lots of lifting, passing, and carrying, all the groceries finally overflowed the shelves. Our work there was finally done and our church group then met with the people from the food pantry. They were crying tears of joy and had explained to us that they have been praying for more food to come. It was difficult to not be able to supply food for others in need; however, the pantry was overflowing. We had brought them another sign of hope. This experience has given hope and has made me realized miracles really happen. As I reflect on that day I have learned a lot of things about myself; such as my aspirations and goals for the future. One day I desire to have a career that serves others in need. It felt so great to help supply food for the community. Over two- thousand people were given free groceries, shoes, and haircuts. This experience truly changed me and reminded me of how blessed I am. I can’t wait to volunteer with Convoy of Hope for many years to
On September eleventh, two thousand one, the entire world was stunned when two Airline jets hit the world trade center killing thousands and injuring more. This was the largest terrorist attack the world has ever seen. This attack caused extreme terror and panic but it also caused something even more, it caused people to come together. No matter their race, religion or social standings people from all walks of life came together that day to help. In the documentary Boatlift, the film shows this phenomenon, and talks of and about people from every walk of life that came together to help their fellow human beings and Americans.
It was late October, as we were adjusting to our new roles; we were given a compelling project called Kids against Hunger. This project required a vast amount of preparation and organization. I began by researching more on the project and learn more information before presenting this project to my officers. Kids Against Hunger provides meal for kids around the world with malnutrition and that are starving. Our goal was to package one quarter of million meals in two days. With my officers, we divide the two days and focus transportation to the fa...
Several months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. (King, 1963)
Assignment details: Analyze the components of the hero’s journey. Basically, support the argument that Jaws follows the epic hero cycle. Name specific examples from the movie and connect them to the hero’s journey. However, this is not a plot summary. You are not retelling the story, but selecting examples to support the analysis.
The hours I put in at the food pantry had a greater affect on me than the thrift shop. On October 16, 1999 another classmate and I were brought to the food pantry in the middle of a poor section of Lawrence. We were brought inside and I was instructed to serve salad, bread, and pickles. My heart really went out to the unfortunate people when they started coming up to me. I felt extremely bad for them. There were people of all ages. Parents with their children, wearing dirt stained clothing filled with holes that did not even fit them. A good amount of the people I had to deal with were Hispanic and very few of them were able to speak English. It was very difficult to communicate with them. The little faces of the innocent children made me really feel for them. I knew these children had insecure families and were looked at as though they were fortunate to be getting food. These young kids seemed to be very appreciative that they were able to get some food in their starving bellies.
My approach to Red Cross service has also changed at the grassroots level. Shortly after my final chemotherapy treatment, I was dispatched to a residential fire in central Fort Worth. At the scene, I discovered a mother crouched at the curb silhouetted against her smoldering house. While listening to the mother, I learned that she lost her thirteen-year-old son in the blaze. Though I had rehabilitated disaster victims before my illness, this event carried a different significance. While I was learning to live anew, I comforted a mother coping with death. My conversation with the mother compelled me to re-confront my journey with cancer. By reflecting on my own anxieties, still real and familiar, I empathized with the mother on an equal plan rather than that of victim and volunteer. Through service, I now probe my own experiences to assist and empower others.
Monday evening was my first act of prosocial behavior of the week. As a military dependent that lives a base, I thought it would be a nice gesture to do something for active duty military members in reason to thank members for serving our country. In contribution to prosocial behavior, I made dozens chocolate covered strawberries and delivered them to the building my father works in. While I delivering strawberries, I looked at several Navy sailors and thanked them for their service. I was surprised at how thankful some people were in reaction to my delivery. It made me happy to see that the smallest things can bring people such joy.
"It's midnight, and I'm standing in "the yard" after a powerful speech at Memorial Church just a few hours ago. The night is chilly, and I unravel the sweater from around my waist and place it upon my shoulders. As I stand freezing in the yard, a steady stream of friends and associates pass by me offering "congratulations". A short time before, I had delivered the introductory speech for our Black History Month campus guest speaker, Johnny Cochran. As I stood freezing in the yard, I was humbled. Cochran's message that night was that vigilant and systemic protest has profound power and can help deliver social justice. His message rang as true as Malcolm X's call to social action from the same podium more than thirty years before. And, now, as the stars lit the yard electric, Cochran's words took me back to the first time I understood what "protest" meant to me and my sense of justice.
Despite many obstacles in my life, my experience performing community service stands out as the most memorable. I was sixteen at the time, and just beginning my first job at a fast food restaurant. I had to learn how to balance between community service in the morning and my employment at the local Wendy’s. It was very stressful and influential at the same time.
I remember having to go on the road to pick up some supplies. I was with my dad and one of the workers at the orphanage. The actual supply run was not what made the event memorable, it was actually when we stopped for coffee. We were able to sit down and ask him questions. I remember asking why he did what he did, like I just didn’t understand why, he did not make much money and it was not easy what he did.
Upon learning that I had to do a service learning project for Ethics class, I immediately began brainstorming ideas. I decided I was going to work on a website for the Esprit De Corp group since they could not find anyone to do it. However, I ended up getting paid for so that did not work out. So I had two back-up plans. My first idea is that I was going on an AWOL trip for Spring Break. AWOL stands for Alternative Weekend of Offsite Learning. We spent a week in Denver doing various community service projects. Now, that was a week of community service, but it wasn’t done in Iowa. So I took the initiative of doing some service in Storm Lake. One day after mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church, Fr. Klein approached me. He asked me if I wanted to help out by leading a confirmation retreat for 90 Storm Lake juniors that would be confirmed in a couple of weeks. I figured it would be a perfect opportunity to help out the community and maybe even help myself spiritually.
My mom and I arrived downtown. We signed up to volunteer and then waited to be told what to do. The event was not very organized and it was not easy to identify a leader. While we were standing around waiting to be told what we needed to do, I was observing my surroundings. I noticed multiple groups of
People’s lives are changed every day by their actions and experiences. This past summer, I participated in a community service project, an experience that opened my eyes in many ways. I was a volunteer at the County Memorial Hospital. In my time as a volunteer at the hospital, I was able to meet patients and staff members from all over the world and learn about their life experiences. Listening to all of their stories has made me truly appreciate everything which I have.
This has opened my eyes to the plight and struggles of others. We are all God 's children and as Christians, we must be compassionate towards the difficulties and suffering others are facing. It is up to us as a society and people of God to help the underprivileged. We must be their advocate. We must let them know that there are people who care. Working with the many volunteers (mostly high school and college students) at my church, I have learned that there are people who care and give selflessly and generously their time and resources to help those less fortunate than they are. Serving the less fortunate has given me the most self-gratification I have ever experience. It is a wonderfully intrinsic feeling that is indescribable. I have learned that it is my and the responsibility of the community to come together and serve the less fortunate. Most importantly, we must give unselfishly of ourselves to better the needs of others. By doing this we are setting an example and paving the way for a better nation and starting the process of eliminating hunger and homeless from the wealthiest country in the
A true act of heroism comes in many forms. It could be a firefighter running into a burning building to save lives, a police officer who stops a robbery or even our military men and women who fight for our freedoms. For me, another act of heroism is someone who battles cancer. None of us expected the news we were about to hear. My boss was being treated for flu like symptoms for seven weeks and tried two different antibiotics. Because he was on antibiotics and was not any better his primary care physician ordered a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia. This is when his life changed.