By the way of introduction, I am Aleem Punja's cousin and he suggested I reach out to you to explore possible opportunities at the Children's Aid Society of Toronto.
One of my grandpa’s closest friends was a volunteer firefighter that happened to be visiting New York when it was attacked on September 1st. My grandpa’s friend was always the generous kind that taught my brothers and I many lessons, some being always help others in need and risks expand you. He had several examples of living by this himself, if he ever saw someone out on the street he’d offer money or if somebody at a grocery store could barely afford food for their young ones at home he’d always offer to help pay for them. By no means was he all about giving money, he always encouraged us boys to do the best we can and to follow our dreams. The morning of September 1st he was awoken by the screams of terror
As surprising as it may sound, I have been doing community service since the sixth grade and it is a new experience each time. It all began with a community clean up known as 'Keep McAllen Beautiful' as we got there everyone seemed excited to be there. It was beautiful to see such unity inside of my community, and I decided from then on that I would like continue helping out where it is needed. As I joined the National Honor Society my chances of providing my services increased, and I decided that I would assume a position of leadership when needed. I became the society's president, which allowed me to develop my time management skills, creativity, and efficiency. I organized an fundraiser for the hurricane Harvey disaster victims where all
Every day I wake up and drive through the beautiful town that I live in and I realize how much my community has helped me grow. I joined National Honor Society because I wanted to give back to my community and I wanted to prove how thankful I truly am. When I started my junior year of high school, there was a shooting at a local community college and my neighbor, friend, and teammate, was tragically killed in the shooting. The day after the shooting I promptly decided to donate blood to help the survivors, and ever since then I have been a part of every American Red Cross Blood Drive that South Umpqua has hosted. The shooting affected me so much, and it still does, and I realized that is when I wanted to help those in need; I wanted to donate
Although I have thoroughly enjoyed the time spent in the classroom and around Grounds acquiring valuable knowledge, and sharing ideas with others in the UVa family, I find my involvement in the Big Brothers Big Sisters program and the successful 20 Big Brothers Campaign, to be the endeavors I cherish most. With the multitude of activities that UVa offers on Grounds, one can become buffered and insulated from neighbors in the greater Charlottesville community. My role as a big brother takes me out of my “academical comfort zone” and provides an opportunity to contribute to the growth and development of one young, disadvantaged member of this community. Interacting with my special nine year-old allows me to gain new perspectives while positively
Jerry waves as he walks toward me, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks cleaner than normal and wears a bright, broad smile. Today appears to be a good day for him. They weren’t always good days and sometimes it was hard to tell what sort of mood you’d be on the receiving end of. I have been running into Jerry off and on throughout the past couple of months that I have been working with the homeless outreach in my town. Sometimes what he said was meaningful and deep, with great clarity. Other times I could barely understand what he was talking about; it all came out as mumbles and gibberish.
I have always had an interest in helping others, which led me to join the National Charity League when I was in 7th grade and stayed until I graduated high school. It is a mother/daughter charity organization with that aims to help local philanthropies. Throughout my six years of involvement, I was able to volunteer at 19 different charitable organizations throughout the Coachella Valley. The philanthropies I predominantly worked with were the Coachella Valley Rescue Mission and Gilda’s Club. The Coachella Valley Rescue Mission is a shelter for the homeless and I predominately did two things for them, serving/cooking food and fundraising. Often, when I would serve food to the homeless, they would talk to me about their lives and how they ended
Volunteering at St. Elizabeth Community Hospital in Red Bluff, California was an extremely enlightening experience. For the first time, I was given the opportunity to interact with patients on a personal level. Although as an auxiliary member I was mainly responsible for sanitizing beds, changing linens and restocking the rooms, the ability to observe the physicians as they interacted with the patients and the opportunity to speak with the patients was invaluable. I learned an immensely important aspect of being a physician, which is the importance of great bedside manner. However, I wanted to experience a greater interaction with the patients, so I enrolled in an Emergency Medical Technician course at Shasta College and became a licensed EMT.
I have been blessed beyond measure in my life with the love and support of my family. It is because of that love and support that I feel a strong obligation to be the best person I can be by working hard and caring about the world around me. Through my volunteer work, I have participated in many fundraisers, food and clothing drives. However, my greatest personal growth has come from more direct acts of kindness that go largely unrecognized to anyone other than the recipient. My first experience meeting someone in very unfortunate circumstances occurred when my mother suggested we deliver meals for an Atlanta based organization called Open Hands. Open Hands prepares individualized healthy meals for very ill people living on their own. Open Hands conducted training on a
When it comes to failure, I do not think of them as failures, but as
There have been two major opportunities that have shaped and impacted me: serving with Calvary Kids Care and watching a girl’s cabin on Thursday nights at Camp Brookwoods and Deer Run. I started volunteering with Calvary Kids Care my freshman year in high school. The first time that I ever held a baby, I was terrified. I had no idea if I was holding her correctly, or if I looked as uncomfortable on the outside as I felt on the inside. The little ball of life that I held in my hands kept trying to snuggle closer, but I held the baby away from me, afraid that I would crush it if I let it get too close. This first experience led to many, and thus my partnership with Calvary Kids Care was formed. I started to work with the kids, mainly newborns
:In 2018, being a foreign corespondent has become a ruthless job due to war and poor economic stability across the world, yet it’s still a rewarding career that pays good money and lets you and other people see the world with their own set of eyes, so the real question is how will I do this ruthless but rewarding job well, I will do it by taking footage on the ground or taking photos of the battle or what I am seeing with my eyes on the field. But also I will most defiantly make sure that I am unbiased on the field and treat the audience and the footage with unbiased accuracy and determination no cherry picking out little things that I don't like to show the audience. and so that the people that I am on their side
When I started Volunteering at a homeless shelter 10 years ago, I was working as a medical assistant at a clinic. After I had trained for some months at the shelter. I was asked to help with the half-way house part. This had been set up for young people who wanted to get off drugs and alcohol, and change their life around. I helped set up and run a full-time program with daily classes, activities, and community
I chose to volunteer at the Houston Food Bank because many people are affected by not getting enough food to eat every day. The Houston Food Bank is a member of the nation’s
On December 22, I volunteered with Centre 55 through Minga. Our group put together boxes of food and moved supplies into trucks to be brought to where we would donate them. These boxes had food for a holiday dinner as well as other supplies, that particularly seniors are unable to get themselves. Once we had packed the trucks, we went to a few apartment buildings and brought it to the doors of the people. One challenge was that the boxes were heavy, and we were having a hard time carrying them to people’s doors. My group decided to take turns carrying the heaviest box so that everyone had a chance carrying the lighter bags. When residents of the building saw us, they were happy we were helping out, and this personally motivated me more.