John Dismantle Biography

My drive to help others stems from my time volunteering with the service organization, Rotary, and their leadership program, Camp RYLA. When I attended this camp as a high schooler, I learned invaluable lessons of self-confidence and connecting with others, traits seldom found in a high school environment. My experience at this program inspired me to return as a counselor, where I have been helping foster the growth of today’s youth for the past four years.

Since then, my trouble making tendencies began to disappear. I had discovered an outlet where instead of hurting others, I could help them: the act of volunteering. I remember serving food to a group of homeless people at a local church. “Thank you,” they uttered. In these words, I found a sense of self-worth as a person, the sense of being appreciated. Giving back to the community; this was something that filled my heart with joy and passion.

For a lot of us, we’ve lost sight of this innate need to explore the unexplored. As work, school, family, social life and everything else that drives our days continues to pull us in every direction, it’s hard to remember the last time we were able to experience something so pure. For Jimmy, he’s managed to marry these stresses into his pride and joy, the Boise Bicycle Project. As Boise’s community-oriented, non-profit promoting the personal, social and environmental benefits of bicycling, BBP functions as “a bicycle recycling center as well as an educational workspace in a diverse and non-threatening atmosphere. Through education and access to affordable refurbished bicycles BBP strives to build a stronger bicycling community.”

Getting unexpected help in life can mean so much to an individual that doesn’t usually receive help when needed. “Bill Ward, the last of the almost two dozen social workers who have had a hand in my rearing by the state of Ohio” (pg.238). Bill Wards was Antwone social worker who advised him to get his life together before turning eighteen or else he would become homeless. Wards wanted the best for Antwone but because he didn’t see that Antwone would get mad when he recieved advice from people. When a person grows up alone they usually don’t take life serious and thinks it’s a joke. It takes one induvial to turn a person life around for

So, my friend and I gladly agreed to help him carry all his food and followed the boy to his apartment. When we got there, he opened the door and I was absolutely astonished at what I saw. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this boy who was always smiling and as happy as could be lived in a place that had only two pieces of furniture, an old falling apart couch and fridge with no food. This showed me that you can never really know what's going on in someone's life. The happiest of people could be going through some of the worst times of their lives. This experience and many others that I’ve had through my NCL experience are the reason that I love community service so much. Not only do I have the ability to impact someone's life through each charity I help, they also have an impact on me. I find charity work to be my biggest interest because I love seeing the impact I can have on someone’s life that they may have never had before. I am excited to continue my community service work throughout my college experience and look forward to finding a way that I can include this passion in my chosen major or future line of

Creating an individual service project has allowed me to add depth to my high school career and provide an opportunity for my school to reach out to the globe. To help my school continue this outreach, I plan to pass this project along to an under class man who is interested in continuing this successful program. Helping individuals prepare for emergencies, build a secure financial background, and protect the environment around them are just a few successes the Beta Club has helped launch and there will be many more in the

I am a self-directed volunteer as a peer community worker for disabled people in Toronto GTA. I am willing to speak with you, in groups or publicly any time about it. Nonetheless; when rough times have fallen upon my life and health in the past, I have always responded with humor and generosity since, my gratitude is the state of mind of thankfulness. Most people can describe me as being direct, humorous, down to earth and caring for the fellow humans. At this moment in time, I am the founder and manager of Peer Community Hub, as well as a social entrepreneur whose ideas, tasks and values are to build peer to peer community drop-in center for disabilities who are directed by disability people. History of street life, disability, and cornice

From shoveling driveways or helping rake lawns for the senior citizens in my neighborhood I’m always there to lend a helping hand. However, some actions I take in my community are not done for other families but for my own. The responsibilities I have overtaken through the years in my household have definitely helped improve my maturity, and my character. I do these actions not to gain recognition, but instead to service my community and to aid those in need. Each day I aim to improve myself and to improve the community around me. Through doing that I exemplify these ideals, and will teach others of doing the same to keep our community

Last May, I traveled with Alternative Breaks to New York for community service. During this service, I worked with Meals on Wheels who dedicate their time to provide food for the elderly of Manhattan. As I delivered the food to the seniors, I got a sense of fulfillment because I made them smile by providing them with food. Thus, I chose MDC’s Single Stop because I wanted to make a difference in my home campus by providing and assuring nourishment to those that do not have it just like I did in New York. As my first two years of college comes to an end, I wanted to leave a mark of my own here at home at Miami Dade College North Campus. During the month of September, I decided to partner up with a few of my peers to serve at MDC’s Single Stop.

It has been 20 years since Marc Johnston, my guardian, graduated from college. When he looks back at all the things that he has been through since he moved out of his parents’ house, his life has never been the same. He had to learn and struggle like an infant once again because he never learned how to be independent. However, this time, he doesn’t have his parents to bail him out like he did before. Marc realized he had to put some big boy’s pants on.

When I began my journey with the Human Services Department at Lindsey Wilson College, I only knew one thing – I knew that I wanted to help people. Since I was a young girl, I have had a passion to help others, but passion alone just wasn’t enough. Passion without the understand of how to use it can actually cause more harm than good. This program taught me how to use my passion and my experiences along with education to help others.

It was the summer of 2010 and I was attending an inner city missions trip in Peoria, IL. Each morning we served in an urban neighborhood volunteering at a local school or government housing. At the school, we found chipped and faded paint, walls yellowed from old age, water stains on the ceilings and walls, and lockers that were filled with graffiti. The government subsidized housing was in a horrid state of disrepair. Bullet holes riddled the doors and brick facade on the buildings. The windows and doors did not provide the safety the residents needed: ripped screens, broken glass panes and broken door locks prevailed throughout the units. The neighborhood community center had barred windows, broken concrete walks, and trash on the property. I was overwhelmed with the deterioration of the school and the neighborhood around me. I decided that summer, I would do what the neighborhood people could not do for themselves, be an active part of revitalizing broken communities through the

Another meaningful experience that sticks out to me is when I regularly volunteered at a children’s homeless shelter in Roxbury, Mass. for two years, and was reminded of the fact that the statistics we hear every day about homelessness are real people – not just numbers. Every child I played alongside,

When I was first awoken before 8:00 a.m on a Monday morning in July, it is not hard to imagine how unamused I was. My mom had signed me up to volunteer for two weeks at the Munroe Meyer Institute at the University of Nebraska Medical Center. Their summer camp for kids with special needs ages three and a half through twenty-one had become my home for the next week. This camp provides an summer camp experience for kids who would not otherwise have one. The campers are divided into groups with staff and volunteers as well. A volunteer at Camp Monroe has a new buddy every day they help their buddy with tasks, offer encouragement, and give simple direction when needed. The activities for the campers include: swimming, cooking, sports, creative

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