Dontarius And Detarious Narrative

When I was in 5th grade at the age of 10 I was fortunate enough to go on a vacation out of the country. This was a pivotal moment in my life because my family had never really had enough money to go on a trip with all of us, but we did this time because my dad saved up; we were going to the Philippines. Even though it was just supposed to be a vacation, it ended up being something completely different. During our time there, we stayed with my uncle who lived in an underprivileged neighborhood.Spending time with my relatives in that place made me realize that I took things for granted. My thoughts recollected at the church, where I really saw a different view of my dad. He was teaching in a huge, crowded church and what he said and did seemed

One year ago I joined “Good neighbors” (NGO) a major goal of which was rendering assistance and encouraging to the children from low-income families in our country, as well as in many other countries.I have been helping to implement the very first project by filling out questionnaires of children and other tasks of the employees of the organization that had to be done. I was fortunate to be involved in a noble cause in it. While I was working in this organization I obtained unforgettable experience. “Good Neighbors” made me feel amenable and responsible for little children which needed our help. The volunteer experience revealed my feelings to the children, which have become like siblings to me. A selfless and free aid to people, especially to the children is a great thing. I understood that everything we did was for the benefit of children. Even if I do not have enough forces and opportunities to make the world better for everyone, I am realistic about my forces and capabilities and I strive to make this world better for specific

When I was 10 years old my mom wanted to teach us about giving. All throughout my childhood we would make meals for people experiencing illness or death in their family. We finally were old enough to hand out supplies to the homeless and we loaded up our cooler with water bottles and granola bars. Here in Oklahoma the summers have just as extreme temperatures as the winters, and dehydration can kill faster than hypothermia. We drove

Back in 2014 and 2015, the school I used to attend in the Dominican Republic organized trips to orphanages in Haiti. 80 percent of the 32 000 orphans across the 760 orphanages have parents who want them, but they are not able to support their children. The organized trips were crucial in forming me as a caring and loving person. Before, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine how heart-breaking watching these starving, cheerless children would be. I always visualized kids as playful, blissful, and joyful creatures. However, looking at the Haitian orphans I realized how cruel reality can be to people. It was the first time I’ve faced such conditions, and I strongly rejected the fact who there are people in the world that may deserve even a little part of it.

Growing up, my parents were both construction workers for a company named, Motec, and it was a good paying job. As kids my parents would buy my brother and I any toys we dreamed of and they had no limit on giving us what we wanted but that job did not last because it ended up closing down and firing all their workers including my parents. My parents did not have a job for a while and my parents were desperate. My dad's sister came over with her husband one day and brought a brand new white van and I was excited at the new sighting because the first thing I thought of was that we were going to go on roadtrips and we would travel to new places but I never thought that they would fill it up with items such as clothes, toys, etc and go to the swap meet to sell it. Every Sunday they would get up at 5:00 in the morning and drive to the Orange Show Swap Meet in San Bernardino. They sold about $300 worth of stuff every

The most important thing I learned as a child was to treat others the way you want to be treated. It may sound cliche but it helped me out when I was a child. It made me have a lot of respect for others because I didn’t know what their lives were like. The event that helped me remember this was the time I made fun of a homeless person, but I didn’t know that he was homeless at the time. This made me realize that not everyone has what other families have. Like food, water, shelter. This memory struck to me because it was raining one day, and I saw the same homeless man sitting in the rain with nothing to protect him from it. I felt really bad for him because of the way I treated him. I didn’t know that he wasn’t able to buy anything. When I finally asked him what he was doing, sitting there in the raid.

A homeless kid’s fate turns on the next encounter. There are too many disadvantaged young people in all places. There are those who are fortunate enough to go to a homeless shelter, and live life that is a little improved than on the streets. Then there are isolated and defeated kids. Kids in towns and cities who are without youth shelters; asylums to escape from the dangers of the streets, are uncertain of their future.

My eyes were opened to what child abuse was like at a young age. Back in elementary school I had a friend named Keyon who’s only meal was the one at school lunch. I found this out because at the time we were in third grade we’d go to lunch in a line and he would always ask different kids to let him cut in line. One day when he asked if he could cut me in line I was fine with it and allowed it but was curious to why he wanted his food so early everyday so I asked, “Hey Keyon why you always wanna be first in line? The food kinda sucks.”

I volunteer at a clothing and food bank. While volunteering my peers and I provide service of passing out food and clothes to those in need. While passing out the food and clothing items I realized the dignity and worth of each person. Majority of the people that come to the clothing and food bank are not homeless. These are people who have jobs but are just struggling. It humbles me a lot and let me realize that could be me or one of my family members. My peers and I treat each family with respect like we would want to be

One year ago I joined “Good neighbors” (NGO) a major goal of which was rendering assistance and encouraging to the children from low-income families in our country, as well as in many other countries. I have been helping to implement the very first project by filling out questionnaires of children and other tasks of the employees of the organization that had to be done. I was fortunate to be involved in a noble cause in it. While I was working in this organization, I obtained unforgettable experience. “Good Neighbors” made me feel amenable and responsible for little children which needed our help. The volunteer experience revealed my feelings to the children, which have become like siblings to me. A selfless and free aid to people, especially to the children, is a great matter. I understood that everything we did was for the benefit of children. Even if I do not have enough forces and opportunities to make the world better for everyone, I am realistic about my forces and capabilities and I strive to make this world better for specific

Traveling through the natural disaster inflicted and war-torn world, Don and Centra found themselves in abandoned rundown building not too far from the front lines. Explosions speared like wild fire and after vigorously searching the rooms to no prevail or substance, they find a locked door at the end of the hall. It’s sealed off like a tomb. After breaking down the door, the smell of mold filled their lungs. A desk placed in the middle, like a pharaoh’s coffin. Room went undisturbed for decades, the walls are still lined with the previous owner’s tastes. With their quantum blocking helmets in hand they quietly look around the room, for any clues to its past. After a few minutes,

One mid-December night in Utah. During one of the worst snow storm that I can remember. I was thirteen, not much help to my mother who was 8 months pregnant with my little brother. I remember being astonished, at the efficiently the Mormon Church had, in rounded up so many members who owned trucks. My mom didn’t have to rent one. The men moved our entire home during that blizzard with no complaints in one trip. They even brought the heavy furniture up the stairs, both flights. Up went my mom’s waterbed, her dresser, the entertainment center, and I helped by moving boxes. My bedroom was finished downstairs for me. We added a wall, and a closet downstairs to partition my bedroom from the laundry room. The best part was that my bedroom did not have a window. My bedroom downstairs, wan an entire floor removed from my mother’s bedroom up on the third floor, which made it easy for me to quietly walk out the back door as I pleased. I purchased my first car, had my first real girlfriend, and got arrested for the first time from this house. It was a huge fight for me to finish high school, and had I not ended up getting into trouble, I might not have graduated. There is always a silver lining to the tragedy in my life. My mom had finally had enough of me, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She sent me on my way. It was time to learn who I was, and how I wanted to make my life turn

It was Christmas time and my two cousins who were 11 and 5 at the time invited me to help them pass out candy and bows to the children at the Ronald mcdonalds house. The bows that they gave out my cousins had knitted them. It took them about two months, but they knitted about 90 bows for the children. Each of the bows came in different colors such as blue, pink some even colorful. Yadhira who was eleven years old wanted to do something kind for the kids going through rough times during the holidays. My other cousin who was 5 years old was still little, but knew how to knit very well and was understanding of why we're doing what we were. When they first asked me to go with them, I wasn't very thrilled at first my parents were making me go because they said it was for a good cause. After my experience I did feel bad because I learned a very important lesson at the end.

When I was in seventh grade, I decided that I really wanted to find a way to help children who are sick. I learned that not all families can provide enough support to even live in a private home. Some families must stay in Ronald McDonald House for long periods of time when their child is in the hospital. I felt that, as a kid who was healthy, I wanted to help other kids’ in unfavorable conditions

For my observation experience I went to my aunts house in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. It was a beautiful, bright Sunday afternoon on the 23rd of October, 2016. It was late afternoon when I arrived, around 3pm. I was welcomed by my aunt with a big hug and she called for her son Goose, my cousin, who was helping me with my assignment. I asked where he would be most comfortable and he said “I work best on the couch” so we went into the living room. I sat on the couch to the right of him and he laid on his belly on the couch next to me. His mom sat in as well in a chair across from Goose. It was very bright because of the large window so Goose asked to switch me couches so he could see better. I happily obliged. I explained how he was going to help me with my homework and he didn 't seem too interested, until I handed him my large sketch pad. His face lit up and he told his mom “I want one of these for Christmas Mom!”. His mom proceeded to tell me how much he enjoys art class at school.