Family Habitat For Humanity

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

Desmond reports the struggles Lamar has to face while dealing with eviction and what that means for him. In the story Desmond reports about a life changing accident that Lamar has overcome. On page 27 Lamar tells his story about how after leaving the navy he became addicted to the popular drug crack. Because of his addiction he lost his job and his apartment, after losing his apartment he was forced to move with him and his children to abandon houses and shelters. One winter Lamar was alone in an abandon house and was snowed in, freezing on the eight day Lamar jumped out of a window and woke up with both of his legs amputated. After that accident Lamar stayed away from crack, and started trying to get his life back together.

I wondered what it would be like to live in a shelter and having to share your home with so many others. I could not imagine what it would be like, yet there are many who it is their reality. Some are born into that kind of lifestyle and it made me try to understand what that would be like. What it would be like grouping up without a home, then one day, getting the privilege to have your own home. What an amazing feeling that must be. Another scenario I tried to imagine is having a home where you were afraid to come back to each day. By this I mean having an abusive parent or spouse. Some people do everything they can to avoid going home because they are scared. How would that effect your future and future home decisions? I often asked myself this question throughout reading this essay. I tried to put myself in other peoples’ shoes while I was reading, although it was difficult at times to do so. The author managed to make me feel happy and grateful, yet sorrow at the same time. I was thankful that it made me appreciative of having a home to call mine at the end of each day, but also sad at the fact that many people do not get that same feeling of

I chose to do my I-search paper on Ronald McDonald House Charities because I have a personal interest in this charity. My interest comes from the birth of my first grandchild. My son and daughter-in-law learned that their child would be born with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia. The doctor’s explained that one in twenty-seven hundred babies are born with this. CDH is where there is a hole in the diaphragm and as the baby develops its organs, such as stomach spleen, intestines, and liver move up into the chest cavity putting pressure on the lungs. This causes the lungs to be under developed. They were told that the baby would be hospitalized for about three months. They were told to contact the Ronald

Logan chimed in about her grandiose treehouse, and then they looked to Leo. She had nothing to say, she never had anything to say, but they looked at her with such trivial excitement! It was more than she could bare, caring about the two. But, it was too late now, she adored them, so she closed her eyes and waited for a memory to grant her something to say. Once her mind was at ease, a dollhouse came into view. It was heartfelt and handmade by her father; he presented it to her with the biggest, proudest grin on his cheeky

One year later they moved to a smaller two bedroom home, Samantha had moved out a while ago so this would be perfect for their 3 people family. The funny thing is that the house was about 3 blocks down from the house they were moving from. So thankfully they didn’t have to worry about Vivian making friends in a new place. Michelle was so happy this would be the first house she ever owned, before she just rented, but they were ready for a

Before, this house, I participated in helping others; because I simply enjoyed it. It felt good to help, but working at Virginia’s house, taught me that I cannot do this for my own pleasure, but because it is the right thing to do. If I do not, they will continue to live in a home that is not safe, warm, nor dry. The effect of experiencing this created a profound impact, in such a way that it changed who I am, and how I live my life. I will never forget Virginia Banks, nor the horrid conditions of her home. Why did she and her home cause such a profound impact upon what I thought I knew about myself. The dangerous condition of the home was not the only factor that lead me to learn something new about myself. Virginia lacked the ability to financially, physically, and mentally better her own life. She did not even truly understand that her home could catch on fire and kill her in the middle of the night. I realized that if I did not help her, she would continue to live in a dangerous

The dreams of the Younger family have all been derferred. Mama,s dream is to have her own home and move out of the ghetto. She and her husabnd have been working for years but could not scrape enough to ever purchase a hme. When her husband dies , she is at first devasted but then she gets the innsyrrance money and her dream is realized. Now she can have that garden she always wanted, ahaome for her family and a backtard for her grandson to plat in.

It was an icy Saturday morning in November. Brisk winds chilled the air as I stood on a corner in West Philadelphia. Warming frozen fingers with a cup of hot chocolate, I listened to the site-leader. Volunteering on a Habitat for Humanity build-site for the first time, I was eager to work, but didn’t yet understand exactly why I was doing it. Then the speaker introduced one of the other volunteers-- Charles: a Habitat homeowner. He’d bought a home built by volunteers like myself, for a fair price and 500 volunteer hours. Charles explained emotionally how much his home meant to him and how thankful he was for volunteers, sacrificing their time to work alongside homeowners, building homes for such deserving people. His speech moved me: I saw

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All who believe that everyone needs a safe and affordable place to live are welcome to help with the work, regardless of race, religion, age, gender, political views or any of the other distinctions that too often divide people. In other words, Habitat welcomes volunteers and supporters from all backgrounds and also serves people in need of housing regardless of race or religion. Habitat for Humanity International and its affiliated organizations do not try to convert you to any other views. This means that Habitat will not offer assistance on the expressed or implied condition that people must either adhere to or convert to a particular faith, or listen and respond to messaging designed to induce conversion to a particular faith. In conclusion, Habitat for Humanity’s volunteer opportunities are safe for anyone’s views, and will not change them at all, except for work experience will

In the end, when bill after bill started coming in the mail we had decided to move to a small apartment building on the other side of town. My kids would have to leave their school and their friends and I would have to leave the home that I had come to love over the years. I knew that it would be a huge sacrifice, but there were better opportunities out there for us. Because the apartment was very small, we weren’t able to take all of our belongings. Some of them we kept and some of them we

Sweet smiles of three thirteen year old boys fill the gym as they sit in the bleachers, intrigued by a Harlan basketball game. Their mother sits next to them, cheering for their team with her other two children. The enthusing boys, Matt, Mark, and Matt, along with Grace and Joel, are enjoying the attraction, yet they're protected and cared for by their mother, Angie Kenkel. She is a role model; a hero. The dedication and the endeavor in a mother’s life to raise and care for a family shows the true love for her children.

I currently volunteer in a local hospital that serves the Dallas metroplex. The hospital is downtown in a lower economic level of the city. They cater to rural and urban individuals throughout the area and city. It was the first hospital to obtain a patient with the Ebola virus, and many of the patients that enter the hospital are in lower economic social classes. I love working with these individuals who are grateful for assistance throughout the hospital. I also volunteer with Habitat for Humanity which builds homes for those in rural areas throughout the metroplex. This is a very rewarding experience and I gain insight on how to build homes. I've worked in the emergency department as a scribe and gained insight on many medical specialities.

Volunteering at the women and children shelter in Orlando was an experience I will never forget. This shelter houses about 75 women that has children. If a woman has 3 or more children she will be able to have her own room. However, if not, you will share a room with another mother and child. At the shelter, there are many different activities there for the children to stay occupied. There was a television room, a music activity room, also a library and computer lab. They also had a huge dining room where the families could eat together. They have a schedule routine for breakfast, lunch and dinner which is served certain times every day. The shelter was upkept, clean, and very well organized. Even though some of the women were married, no