I Am A Man A Fish

On the eve of my twelfth birthday, my father sat me down to have a talk- He says, “Mary Amelia;” his using my full name and not what everyone usually calls me had me paying attention right away. “You’re my only daughter and you’re about to become a young woman. I don’t know much about what I, as a father, should tell you; however, with your momma gone, I feel it is my responsibility to say something in the way of trying to prepare you for womanhood…

It was a cold, dark night and I could not sleep whatsoever, because all I could think about was that I start my adventure in the morning. I am a new graduate of a post bachelorette Anthropology program. My first assignment is to travel to the island of Bijangi, and live with and study the culture of the Bijangi tribe. The world knows very little about this tribe other that where they live and some other minute facts. I plan on discovering everything possible and making a name for myself on my very first adventure. This is everything I have been going to school for and I just cannot wait. I finally fell asleep and am now waking up to the blaring scream of my alarm telling me it is time to get up and get a move on. My brother James dropped

Although I loved all of my at home volunteer work, I especially loved doing good in countries that needed more help. I sponsor a six year old girl in Bolivia named Reina through Compassion International, she is one of the most spectacular kids I have ever met. She lives in a barely livable cinder block house and yet she is beyond proud of every tiny detail of it. Reina lives with her 4 brothers, her mother, father, and her aunt in this two bedroom structure and yet they don’t complain one

Alongside my studies, I run a nonprofit organization called The Esther Enaholo Foundation (www.teef.org.ng). This foundation is a platform for reaching out to children in motherless babies’ home. Our most recent project was organizing a Christmas party for children in Arrows of God orphanage home, Ajah. This party had in attendance 50 children from the orphanage home, masters’ students from Pan-Atlantic University and staff of the

The next morning a young boy woke up startled by his mother shaking him and telling him to get up. She said they were leaving and Ben didn’t know why they were leaving, but he trusted his mother. He got up and followed his parents to where everyone else was standing. Ben wondered why everyone was wanting to leave. He thought about all the fun times he had had there with all of his friends. Running around, playing tag, and swimming

One of the thousands of injustices of this world is the mishandling of orphaned children. Every 30 seconds 2 children become orphans and there are more than 100 million orphans worldwide. An orphanage is a residential institution devoted to the care of orphans. It takes a tremendous amount of knowledge from different academic fields in order to

The Foundation had just donated the funds to expand housing for the Seed’s Orphanage, which was home to seventy- five children. Our mission when going was to spend quality time with the children by organizing ten days of fun activities. Each of the children in the orphanage had endured various versions of abandonment, abuse, rape, and neglect. Bonding with the children and experiencing life in an impoverished area was truly life giving.

I looked at mom and dad with a frown, dad who knew the most came up and helped me talked to the kid. Soon we all had to leave, we got back in the car and headed to a hotel. Something that I found very pleasing to me, and it seemed like it felt the same for my brother and sister. Mom was very amused with the hotel we were in. Dad found it normal since he worked around places he had to sleep in hotel’s often. Dad got a room and my brother, sister and me were hoping to get an upstairs room. We got a room on the third floor, we all jumped with excitement . Soon time for bed came it’s way and we tucked ourselves in and fell into a warm deep

Millions of children are waiting to be adopted by a family from the ages of 2 months old until they are released at the age of eighteen. Many of these children have little to no known affiliation or influence of religion. Christ Community Church had interacted with more than sixty outside organizations to help raise financial aid and encourage religious influence in adoptive and pre adoptive families of orphans. The Christ Community Church builds its credibility with the information it provides and the organizations that are affiliated, using a strong appeal to emotion by showing helpless orphans, the ad also provides a logical appeal by giving background information about the organization providing a website for further information.

Sad Little Story… Update: This morning, we had to send the little “abandoned baby” with our representative of the Social Services Department here in Haiti. When an orphanage receives a baby who is “abandoned,” according to the Haitian law, we cannot keep the child until he is sent to the Social Services Department. The record of “where we found the child,” his health, and any other information is recorded. Then, as needed, they will send him to a children’s hospital. (I know this baby will have to go, or he will die.) We had to send one of our “orphanage mothers” with the baby. She will have to stay at the hospital while the baby is treated. After he is well enough, the Social Services Department will decide where to send him. We pray that

In the summer of 2014 I, along with 30 friends from St. George Church, took part in a week long mission trip to the beautiful country of Haiti. While there, we did a lot of service work, including planting trees and painting a school. But way beyond all that, we got the incredible opportunity to care for and play with hundreds of unbelievably lovable and, despite their unfortunate circumstances, immeasurably happy children, most of whom were abandoned, orphaned, or severely ill with HIV/AIDS. Their smiles and radiating happiness are among the brightest I've ever seen and they inspired our entire group to change the way we perceive the world. Therefore, getting the chance to see those beautiful kids again would make me and them, too, unimaginably happy.

“Are we there yet?” I asked mum. To my excitement I finally heard ‘yes’, Nic we are at Rogers house!” It was a particularly cloudy night but it was still warm, the warmth may have been out of excitement. When we got inside we had to be quite as Roger and Ness’s baby Austin was asleep. I went outside to play with Blake my four year old cousin; we played volleyball, Soccer, Frisbee and cricket. Austin then woke up and my sister went off to care for him as she usually does.

Life here at the orphanage has become a routine, and requires almost no thought, which is good because sometimes my thoughts get all jumbled up inside. I wake up every day and go straight to the bathroom I share with the 14 other girls in my room. Although dirty and ancient, it still works. As I wash my face I stand on the stool in front of the sink, showing almost my complete small stature in the mirror. I am stocky for my age, my nose is more flat than round, and although I am a happy teen, my mouth is permanently downturned. I stare at my eyes, while most kids here have a hollow, disinterested look in their eyes, mine sparkle because I know there is more for me in this life and it is coming. My eyes are a deep blue with spots on the iris which is how the doctors first discovered I had Down Syndrome when I was born. From then on my parents only looked at me with disgust or just as a pile of possible medical bills. That’s why I haven’t been adopted, the medical bills. I know that’s why because I overheard Sister Mary and Sister Angelica whisperings about it once. I hopped down from the stool feeling slightly disoriented due to my severe eye problems. I followed my fellow sisters down the hall to breakfast. I sat in my assigned seat and ate my oatmeal that the sisters served to us daily. The oatmeal tasted like chopped up grainy wood, but why complain? I

today began with waking up to the first light that creator had given to us. I’m still tired from the Tl’eaxet last week. When I pulled off the wool blankets my sister was not awake, so I tried to wake her. She was on to not get up fast because of the swimming that the kids had done yesterday. Our parents were already up doing their daily tasks. Along with my sister we are to do the chores the elders ask of us. One task I am to do is retrieve my parents and grandparents for our meals. My father is the top carver in our clan and his job is to carve out the new canoes our clan, sometimes I spend the day and help him. After lunch I listened to my grandmother tell my sister and I the story of Talquia, how mosquitoes came to be. When the story was

Nursing, 22, 105-115. Betty Beard has a PhD and is a registered nurse associated with Eastern Michigan University School of nursing. Her position is focused more on medicinal implications of orphanhood. This document is a