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Bienvenue Larsen The most nicest thing that I have ever done was give people food clothes and money to people in my grandfather church and people in the streets in Haiti. During the summer my mother and I take trips to Haiti to help with family and friends and pray with them. So this summer I asked her can we go to my grandfather church that he left when he passed away and give people things that is in help. When I landed in Haiti I was anxious to get off the plane and help people that was in need. After we got off the plane we had to get a cab. On the cab ride I notice a lot of people in need in the streets so I told the driver to stop and I gave people cloths food and money for their family. …show more content…
As I arrived to my Aunt house I was greeted with a lot of unfamiliar faces but they were extremely friendly. As we spent to night I got to know all my cousins, Aunts, Uncles and family friends and ate some delicious foods. In the morning my mother and I decide to set off to my grandfather church. The drive was 6 hours long and it was located in these mountains way at the top. When I finally made it to my grandfather’s church I heard people rejoicing and praying to God and the church was still in beautiful shape. The entrance had French doors that was wooden with angels craved all over it. When I entered the church I noticed something astonishing it was a special chair that my grandfather made by hand and it was in mint condition after all these years.
He would sit on the chair before he preach and read stories in the bible to the children of the church. As I sat on it was as I connected with my grandfather. After I got settled I talked to the pastor about helping people in the church by giving food and different types of gifts so he told me it could be done in 3 days. In the three days I prayed and went around inviting people in the neighborhood and calling different churches to come and participate in the festivities. On the morning of the third day I notice people started to come and seats where getting filled so me and my mom and aunts started to cook it was a long 3 hours but we finished. After everyone entered the church I gave everyone brand new bible and other things that they will need for church after I leave. That day we sang songs, listen to the pastor preach and prayed to God. After church ended I brought out the food. I passed out about 300 plates of food and drinks to everyone that made it that day. The greatest thing about this time was seeing all the smiles on everyone face and this motivate me to keep helping
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Haiti is the unequivocally the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, indeed, the country is so poor that its citizen cannot even afford eating foods and Haitian children need to eat dirts to stay alive. [1] Nevertheless, Haiti is the home to the only successful slave rebellion; Toussaint Louverture, last governor of French Saint-Domingue, was born a slave.
Growing up Haitian, it’s the cultural norm for the parents to depend on the oldest to care for the youngest and household needs. At the young age of eight years old, my parents taught me responsibility and how to humble myself. They depended on me while they both worked long hours, my mother as a Certified Nursing Assistant and my father as a truck driver. When my parents were growing up in Haiti, they were the lucky ones to have the opportunity of going to school to gain an education. Haiti is a poor country and poverty is at an all-time high still to this day. So my parents strived to live the American dream and moved from Haiti to Miami and planted within my brother and me the seed to dream big and make a difference. Thanks to my family
The short stories in the novel Krik? Krak! by Edwidge Danticat demonstrate the struggles that individuals face and how they react to them. The characters in the stories come from all different backgrounds and experiences but they all seem to share the same sense of suffering and pain. Danticat uses the women in the collections to display the struggles and unhappiness that the people of Haiti faced in the 1960’s. The women, all from different parts of Haiti and also New York, are faced with issues in the work place, in their social lives but most prominently, within their families. Each woman resolves or works to resolve her problems in a complete egotistical and unique way. In Krik? Krak! Danticat uses characterization to display the suffering of the families in Haiti and individualizes every situation to make it of more emphasis. Danticat also uses a large amount of symbolism while trying to portray the significance of the issues being faced. The major theme in Krik? Krak! centers around the diversity of suffering and that even when put in similar situations, every person suffers differently.
Almost twenty years ago, around this time of the month, you had a baby girl on November twenty-six. Like every parent you are happy, smiling at the baby, holding my hands and taking pictures. I grew up, stood up, walked for the first time, said my first words, and lost my baby teeth. It’s time for me to go to my first day of school; you don’t want me to go because you got use to my presence in the house. Meanwhile, you are low-key wishing for me to stay a baby girl, when you know perfectly that it isn’t going to happen.
As a Haitian immigrant, my parents and I would spend our family vacations in our hometown of Port-au- Prince, Haiti. I would enjoy participating in family activities such as card games, cooking, and just the quality time that we spent together. We could play these games and laugh amongst each other for hours, without a care in the world merely telling jokes and listening to the elder parables. Amongst my family I felt untouchable. Like a tree in the wind, my only cares were that of the breeze and the beauty of my foundation. In the sway of the wind I was overcome with a sense of peace.
An organization known as Child Evangelism Fellowship (CEF) was helping our church with the event. CEF hosts five-day camps during the summer to share the gospel message with children. They had been to our house several times so I knew all of the leaders pretty well. One of the leaders invited me to go to the training camp in the summer and I readily accepted the invitation. After the training camp I was able to share the gospel message in front of groups of children, further helping me to go out of my comfort zone and pave the road to
On a cold and rainy day of October in 2013, my mom and I were on our way to shop for Halloween. On our way to the store, we saw this bitter, fragile, and brisk homeless man in front of the store. In the store my mom bought a new sweater and told me ,“Go outside and give that man this sweater.” When i gave him the sweater, my mom walked out and said “may god bless you.” This made me realize how nice and generous our parents are.
The Haitian Revolution makes for the most fascinating revolt in history. The black race, after many years of oppression, overcame the dominant white race, without the assistance of guns, and other technological warfare at that time. In its own words, the author states that the book makes clear that the roots of the revolution of Haiti consist of movements involving the "wisdom and common sense of the masses". Hordes of blacks reached a consensus that human sacrifice is a small price to pay for freedom. In the view of Carolyn E. Fick, no organization or political entity involved can be attributed as much credit than the masses for the popular revolution that unseated one of the longest dictatorships of mankind.
The country of Haiti has been ravaged by storms and in the last six years over 350,000 people have died because of natural disasters ranging from earthquakes to hurricanes and a cholera epidemic. The community in the book The Giver by Lois Lowry is the most desirable place to live over the country of Haiti based on the article Haiti in Crisis. The community in The Giver is a perfect place where there is no elements, no problems it is a happy place. Haiti on the other hand is a country stricken by poverty, hunger, natural disaster they never are not rebuilding. If given the opportunity to choose. It would be The Givers society.
At the age of 10 I had truly begun to realize that I lived an exceptionally blessed life. This realization gave me the strength, at just 10 years old, to break out of my shell and do something incredible for the less fortunate. For my 10th birthday party I asked for all of my guests to bring me toys instead of presents. The feeling of helping others never went away. I began to volunteer for my church at the age of 12, helping with annual festivals and events, as well as volunteering to help for my church’s Beach Towel Ministry which is a program that gathers volunteers to rebuild houses for the less fortunate. Unfortunately, I was too young at the time to actually go out and help so I would stay in and help cook meals for the volunteers, something
He simply looked at me and said that he loved serving the kids because they are the unfortunate ones. I have learned what it means to serve and what it means to be content and trust God. I have learned what it means to be grateful, even through the hard times. My relationship with God has really improved since my experience in Tecate, and I will be forever grateful for that door that God opened in my life. Over the trip, I had the pleasure of living among and working with the men and women of the orphanage.
Gasping for air in the hot, dry humidity, only in the Democratic Republic of Congo do I feel hot and sticky. Every second, a drip of sweat runs down my back. A shade darker my skin becomes. Simply a reminder of the first time I moved to Arizona. Of course, I was too young to remember but my mother never let me forget I cried every time we stepped outside into a triple digit burning sensation. I was an emotional kid who did not like feeling as if I was in a sauna. In 2004, My trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo was an indescribable experience because of my warm, welcoming family, the exquisite food, and the
...ne day a stranger did something nice for me. If it becomes a tradition it will affect more than just me and the person I helped, but also the person he or she helped and so on. Hence, I want to do something nice for someone else to benefit more and more people and create a tradition.
My dad, you see, did his good deeds by stealth. He never advertised the fact that he helped so many people in so many different ways. He never talked about his numerous acts of kindness. Yet I believe that almost everyone he knew has been at the receiving end of that kindness. He may have loaned a book that was especially relevant ...
I volunteered at East Parkside Nursing Home through my church 's mentoring program. At first, I was somewhat uncomfortable volunteering at a nursing home because my great-grandfather, among many others, was mistreated in a nursing home. But, as the day went on and we engaged in activities with the residents, I eventually calmed down and got into the smooth of things. We had one-on-one contact with the seniors, and we learned about their lives and families. One of the seniors was a veteran who fought in the Vietnam War and he told all of the volunteers a few short war stories. For several residents, their families rarely visited them, so they genuinely appreciated the volunteers spending time with them. Later, we made holiday cards and sang Christmas carols for the senior citizens. They seemed so elated and pleased, which made me feel so fulfilled that I could make someone 's day by doing something so