Alexis Moloney: What The Red Cross Does For Others

Clara Barton is not only an example of women/ Americans at their finest, but she also can and should be revered as a national hero. Clara Barton answered the call to duty in a time when women weren 't necessarily valued not only socially but as assets of contribution. Clara Barton took up the call by helping save thousands of lives through nursing and providing supplies during the Civil War while also introducing one of America’s first responding organizations, the American Red Cross. Clara Barton was a servant to this country and to mankind, something our world is shorthanded of currently and what others can aspire to be.

She was just an average 18 year old girl, when she thought her life was over. It all had happened three months ago. It was just another sunny fall day, in the Malibu, California. She had gone through four years of high school just to get to this point. She thought it would one of the best days of her life, until it all fell apart. Finally after three months she thought it was all over. Then Becky Newman realized she was in for a very long ride, that would change everything.

Clare Barton contribution towards American Red Cross was that she founded the institution in 1881. Clare Barton started off as an American nurse, and during the Civil War Barton would bring her own supplies to help wounded soldiers. When the war ended, she helped locate missing soldiers, and also help identified the dead bodies at Andersonville prison in Georgia. She was in Europe in 1870 when she went to work for the International Red Cross. Barton continued her work throughout several foreign wars and crises before her death in

You made a lot of valid points that I did not think about previously as I was writing my vignette. She started suffering from the traumatic event before she arrived at the shelter not after she got there. I was thinking of me personally how if put in this situation I may not understand my feelings until after I was safe to process what happened.

That day all Margot did was look out the window wishing the sun would come back. When the bell finally rang, she walked home in the rain, but she didn’t take out her umbrella; she just walked and let the rain drown her. Then the tears finally came, and she started to cry. She cried long and hard as she walked home. When she turned the corner at the end of the block, she saw her house, but she knew right away that something was wrong because there was an unfamiliar truck in the driveway. As she got closer to her house, she noticed that the front door was ajar. She opened the door and saw that the furniture was gone and there were stacks of boxes

For example, reaching a bigger audience, expansion of geographic outreach, and the sharing of resources (Buckley & Ghauri, 2015). The American Red Cross has managed to gain all these advantages by working with Red Crescent and Red Cross Network. By working with the network, the American Red Cross can help people all over the world without any restrictions or problems with the local governments. The American Red Cross organization can extend its helping hand to all the countries where the Red Crescent and Red Cross Network operate. This help is offered both in the United States and in the local country or region of disaster. For instance, the company can fly victims of the disaster to the United States for specialized treatment or set up a camp near the site to treat such

Alex, or Lexi as I called her to differentiate from anyone else who might need her, was a careless person. She was the type to walk right past the thing she was desperately searching for ten times before noticing and then swear it wasn’t there before. Don’t get me wrong, she meant well, her mind was just always flapping in the breeze like forgotten laundry that had long since dried. So, as we walked up to the mall it was no surprise to me that she strutted right through the doors without a second thought. I, on the other hand, stopped. A single tear rolled down my cheek as i wondered how the man before me had came to be. To the left of the entrance sat a man unlike any others. Many stared or avoided his gaze, but not a soul bothered to help him. He wore a red baseball cap that covered his eyes as he bent his head in

It had been another beautiful day in Ireland. The sun was shining, and everything seemed to be perfect. A small girl from a small village was walking home from school. Her name was Molly. She was eleven years of age, had flaming red hair, and a face full of freckles. Her family consisted of three people. Her mother, her father, and her. She was poverty-stricken, but always tried to find the silver lining in things. She was in bright sprits, considering she had aced a challenging test that day. She arrived at her home, hoping that her mother had had a equally enjoyable day as she had. But nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to face. As the old front door to what Molly called home squeaked open, she heard the sound of hard

The girl bolted to the door, eyes darting wildly through the smoke-filled room. The flames licked at her heels as she ran, barefoot, out the front door of the once friendly dwelling. She panted, her glazed eyes looking back at her former home. Her small body collapsed onto the pavement, tears crashing down her tanned face. She heard the muffled cries from her parents in still inside. The parents she couldn’t protect. The parents she killed.

Katie ran away from home to protect her mother. She was alone until she met a boy that helped her learn how to survive on the streets. Just as the loneliness was starting to subside, her new friend was killed. If that wasn’t enough, it turns out that running away was all for nothing. She thought if she wasn’t around her mother, she would be safe. But she was wrong.

Brian heard the screaming from around the corner as he ran, from his sick classmates. He grabbed Mia’s hand as he ran, pulling her into the library where they barricaded the door, and hopped that whatever was outside would soon go away. As they sat Brian thought about his sister Alica, his best friend Tyler, and the rest of the theater club. Hoping that they were ok, but also knowing that they could become one of them at any moment. When Brian looked at Mia he could see the fear, and the tears building up her eyes. He held her hand tighter, and tried to give her a reassuring look, even though the possibilities of them ever getting out were slim to none.

While in her home on day, she unfortunately fell down the stairs and injured herself. While on bed rest she didn’t really have anyone who was their to care for her. The friends that she believed cared for her, weren’t

Could you ever imagine that something terrible like a disaster, could happen to you at any moment, and anytime of the day. Could you imagine a tornado shredding up your house like a paper shredder, a hurricane sweeping through your town and completely throws and knocks down everything down in its path, or an earthquake just trashes your home and the whole area around you. This is where food, water, and a nice place to stay can be a lifesaving difference to those in need.

When Allie awoke, she was in a field of wildflowers, braiding the stems of clovers to make a crown for her head the way she and Ada Joy used to do when they were girls; except, instead of Ada, Jeanette Ingalls Thomaston was there with her. Jeanette was talking about how Allen run off and joined the Cause, leaving her to care for their child alone. Gazing around, Allie wondered, what child? However, she did not speak, she just sat there and listened as Jeanette went on and on about how bad her life had become- “Be careful what you wish for,” Jeanette said suddenly, “It may not be all you hoped it’d be.” Jeanette vanished and in her place sat Ada.

Avalon walked out to the main recreation room, and stopped dead in her tracks. Her roommate’s limp, dead body was hanging from the rafters. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered to herself. Her roommate, Ashleigh, was a social butterfly; she had a bubbly personality and she clicked with everyone. Her blue eyes never looked down on anyone, and her heart was a big one, like the Grinch’s after he saved Christmas. Now, her lifeless body was hanging as a testament to just how much horrific ordeals one human could handle.