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As an African American woman, I have lived and worked in underserved communities and have experienced personally, the social and economic injustices grieved by underserved communities and the working poor. All of which, has increased my desires to work with such populations. A reserved person by nature, I have exposed an inner voice that I was oblivious to. I have expressed my inner voice to those living in underserved communities, who are seeking social and economic stability. I have come to classify and value the strength I have developed by the need, to survive in an underserved community. I use these as my continuous struggle against the social and economic injustices that I have experienced, as a product of an underserved community and as an African American woman. I have continued my struggle to overcome the barriers from my upbringing in an underserved community. …show more content…
It is my duty to conduct outreach in populations that are hard to reach like in rural and urban communities. In the rural communities, individuals have little to no access to computers and social interactions as well as limited public transportation; which limits their ability to receive resources that are beneficial for their lives. Meanwhile, in urban communities, individuals have access to computers and social interactions and access to public transportation, but lack the finances to obtain these valuable resources. Both communities experience these barriers interchangeably none of which is excluded. It is also my duty, to assist and enroll individuals in public health services such as: The Affordable Care Act (ACA), Medicaid, and
Women, black women in particular, are placed in a society that marginalizes and controls many of the aspects of a black woman’s life. As a result, many black women do not see a source of opportunity, a way to escape the drudgery of their everyday existence. For example, if we were to ask black mother’s if they would change their situation if it became possible for them to do so, many would change, but others would say that it is not possible; This answer would be the result of living in a society that has conditioned black women to accept their lots in life instead of fighting against the system of white and male dominated supremacy. In Ann Petry’s The Street, we are given a view of a black mother who is struggling to escape what the street symbolizes.
What has been described here has kept African Americans proud of where they came from and how they can overcome any problem that they are faced with. The phrase “Strength in numbers” comes to mind when reading what they had to endure especially the families of the four little girls that died in the devastating bombing of the 16th street church. They will always be remembered and missed dearly.
How will you contribute to the mission of the National Health Service Corps in providing care to underserved communities?
Chill dudette dude! I think you're looking for an excuse to feel butt hurt over some perceived social injustice. I still have to disagree with your interpretation of the other comment that offended you. The comment before that hoping Shkreli would be raped daily forever didn't offend you? A man being forcibly sodomized is ok but a gay person being raped is offensive? Whatever. I think the other comment was making fun of the fact that if he was gay getting a daily infusion while in prison would be something Shkreli enjoyed. He was disputing the notion of rape. You can liken it to some 'unfortunate' scenario where I was sexually assaulted by Daniela Lopez Osorio
Looking back on my life there haven’t been a lot of times where I felt like an outsider. I always had a group of friends, a family that loved me, and I like to think that my peers always thought of me as a pretty fun to be around person. However last year there was a time where I did feel as though rejection was prominent in my life..
There are compartments in my head that makes me who I am. I am an african american. My religion is christian/baptist. My family is originally from Austin, tx but we’re military so we’re very mobile. If you were to ask someone about me I’m sure they would say something about my random acts of kindness and my love for kids.
Growing up in a country full of poverty and lack of proper medication was a tough environment to be born into. I still remember my mom crying about how she lost my bigger brother due to money struggle and lack of medication. She explained that before my sister and I were born, we had a bigger brother; however upon his birth he was infected and died within seventh day. Lack of medication in a country full of poverty was just what my parent and my bother didn’t need yet couldn’t escape.
Two years ago Trinity was doing a homeless project. It was where people would donate water,fruit,sandwiches, and other non perishable items. We would put the items in a bag, and scattered them throughout the community. We would drive around populated homeless areas. I would see homeless people getting yelled at, and I feel really bad for them. I saw this old man standing outside walts asking for money. Every Person walking by ignored the man, and he continued to walk inside. The man had no shoes,socks, or a coat. It was in the middle of winter. The man lived in his cardboard box across the street. The most upsetting thing I saw that day is a man with a really nice car just ignore the homeless man. I thought to myself how dare you take your
Throughout life, every individual will face obstacles. Some could and will be life changing, and others will have little to no impact. When a “not so great” situation is placed in front of someone, the most important part is how a person works through it and what they learn from the experience. The outcome is also crucial, and of course a good one is always hoped for, but what will you take away from working through your tough time? Even when a circumstance does not end exactly the way you wanted, a lesson learned and a more open mind is hard to complain about. I was taught this lesson when moving four hours north to Boerne, Texas from the small town of Harlingen, Texas.
There is a common misconception that my demographic is one of privilege and prosperity. If one finds himself at the right place at the right time, the statement is true. However, I share a low socioeconomic status with a majority of my peers. Even though this status is a disadvantage that affects my everyday life, the family, community, and health factors of this status have made the greatest impact on my education.
It all started when Isis took control over the Earth. My bones were shivering. I was hiding with Bill and Rick in Bill’s basement that nobody knew about. We could hear footsteps. Bill was hiding under the air hockey table. Rick was hiding under the bed. I was hiding in the dryer. I heard gunshots. The door slammed.
My work as an activist involves advocacy, research and implementation of community projects that are targeted towards the groups I advocate for, who are: Women, the youth, children and minority groups that are marginalized. Most of the work I do among these groups are informed by research and active involvement in groups that already exist in the community or ones that I have founded myself. The issues I am mostly involved in are for women, the improvement of their status relative to men; for children and the youth, it is education, community involvement, leadership, responsible citizenship and relations between men and women. To deliver to these groups, I do a lot of writing which is both fiction and non-fiction.
Outreach programs are a dedication of time to benefit and improve the quality of life within the community. There are many different types of community outreach including; non-profits, community-based organizations, school programs, and the focus of this paper, Mobile Health Clinics. (Hills et al., 2014) stated, “The Affordable Care Act (ACA) has expanded insurance coverage to millions, but other barriers to access remain. Mobile clinics are customized vehicles that travel to the heart of communities, both urban and rural, and provide prevention and healthcare services where people work, live, and play. They overcome barriers of time, money, and trust, and provide community-tailored care to vulnerable
It’s been a week since me Mike Duthem has survived that plane crash in the ocean and I have learned more about better ways to improve my survival. A day or two ago I was walking on the beach of this Island with clear ocean tropical water on my right and an endless amount of palm trees to my left. On this walk I noticed another abandoned half sunken ship on the shore and I swam in the water to explore it. In my discoveries I found a dry and barley damaged survival guide. My goals were to improve my living conditions on this Island like water, food, and shelter.
It wasn’t only the community that reformed, I have too. I’m still the same Fiona you grew up with, but I have become more practical. With the memories, I had realized that the way of life before was meaningless. I knew no matter how hard I worked I would still be on the same Assignment, doing nothing, but benefiting the rest of the community. It seemed selfish when I first admitted to realizing the truth, but it was true.