Personal Narrative: My Dad And I Volunteer

During the summer I volunteered at a summer camp and I took care of kids for about 8 hours daily

Through my volunteering at the Henry Hudson Trail, I now understand better the problem of littering. Before this experience,

The summer prior to my senior year of high school, I volunteered at a basic needs shelter in the Pigtown neighborhood of Baltimore City named Paul’s Place. Paul’s Place provided free meals, clothes, showers, job search assistance, and public computers for the Pigtown residents who were not fortunate to have these seemingly basic necessities. While I was there, I assisted with the setting up and cleaning of dishes for the meals, picking out clothes with the residents, and other general tasks such as cleaning. Although the interactions with the people receiving the meals and clothes made me feel glad that I chose to volunteer at Paul’s Place, the most impactful parts of my experience were the weekly Monday morning meetings with the other people

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

My dad is the perfect picture of the “American Dad.” He plays football in the yard, has “a talk” with any boy before they are allowed to date me, and considers grilling a fine art; so, when he informed my family that we would be embarking on the “Good Ole American Family Road Trip” I was not even slightly surprised. Me being the travel enthusiast that I am was overjoyed at the idea of travelling to other states and experiencing things that I had not yet seen, but I was also weary at the thought of spending almost two weeks straight in a car with my family.

I found my interest when I volunteered at my local Hospital. I decided to volunteer there because I found it to be a great way to not only volunteer, but to have a bit of insight as to how a career in the medical field works. In the summer of 2016, I volunteered every weekday except Friday at Kingwood Medical Center. I was placed in Pediatrics, ICU. Every shift was four hours. On Thursday and any other day I could, I volunteered for eight hours. On a Thursday I got ready to head out to my shift. I entered through the south tower, and clocked in. Every thursday I was set to go to pediatrics center. Sadly, the pediatrics center never really had much patients, so there wasn’t much to do. Mrs. Aaron, who was in charge of the volunteer department,

The agency I volunteered to work at was the Graffiti Church Ministries After-School Program on 205 E 7th St. During the school week, usually Mondays, I would take the train to this program and strive to make the kids’ days at least a little bit better. I would almost always arrive at 3:15 PM exactly and would first help the children with their homework. Helping the children was shockingly much more troublesome than anticipated. I would have to explain exceptionally basic concepts to someone who knew next to nothing about it. I remember distinctively helping a kid, Jamel, with his homework and it proved extremely difficult for me to explain the concept of time to a first grader. I attempted to clarify that a quarter, as far as time, is commensurate

Today for my service learning project I headed over to Pulaski County to volunteer with the Habitat for Humanity to help build houses. The trip to Pulaski took about forty-five minutes as the I-81 was calm. Upon arriving at the work site, I took it upon myself to get acquainted with the supervisor currently present. Although, I was unable to locate the supervisor immediately, someone working at the site instructed me to fill out a wavier before I could be assigned any duties. After all that was said and done, I was instructed by a fellow volunteer to pick up a tool belt, some nails and a hammer. The first task that was asked of me was to hammer in some nails on the frame of the house. This task was simple as the places where I needed to hammer were clearly marked. The

I am a part of many different clubs/organizations this year. Inside of school, I am in Chorus, Soccer Intramurals, scenery crew/stage (for the musical), Chimes, and I plan on joining the track team/trying out for the variety show. Outside of school I am an altar server, a volunteer sacramental educator, and over the Summer I am going to be a junior counselor at a camp in Bridgeport. I ardor all of these activities and will definitely continue to work with these groups after school is over.

I have written previously on several occasions but all emails have been returned as undeliverable. I in-processed at the office and told to check back after the summer. I am currently in school but I am interesting in finding what volunteer activities are available. Previously, I volunteered with the ARC for several years overseas. I had been asked when I first arrived to represent the ARC at the Arsenal by a organization on post (the requester Tonya Danial) but the ARC office failed to responded to any requests. I have been contacted by the Central Alabama Chapter but the locations are out of the vicinity. I would like to volunteer here in Huntsville. I have contacted several group members but received no acknowledgement. I would like to participate on the awards committee in the interim, if a slot is available.

Every Summer, I volunteer with the CCD organization in my town which educates children about their religion. Since I graduated from the program, I thought it would be nice to give back to those who also wanted to know more about their religion. When I was there I assisted with classes, organized paperwork, and watched the kids during recess. One day I saw a little girl sitting on the playground crying, and I walked over to her to find out what happened. It turns out she had failed first grade and had to retake it again. She told me that her parents had moved to the United States from Spain and her grades were bad because she knew little English. She couldn’t get a tutor because her family didn't have enough money and bilingual tutors were too

Venezuela is just another chapter in my on going book. I was born in Tamaulipas, Mexico my home country and got moved 3 months later to New Orleans. It was uncommon for a mexican family to move so constantly all over the world, we are known to migrate to US or not migrate at all. I don’t remember New Orleans so I regarded to my next move, Colombia as my home. Colombia was everything a 4 year old wanted, friends, close to family, wonderful house and most importantly the school was accepting to others. I felt as if I belonged, I even sang the national anthem with pride, because it was my country. I knew Colombia inside out, I knew the language, culture, food, education which gave me comfort because for a long time I felt ordinary like any

Throughout my high school years I have volunteered at the Recreation Center and at Valley Animal Haven. I really enjoyed volunteering at the Mother-Daughter-Tea-Party, an event held by the Recreation Center. This event was held a few days before Mother's Day and the theme was Disney Princesses and it had a fashion show. It was a wonderful day for the mothers to spend time with their little girls. What I did before the event even started was make the food, the tea, and decorate the stage and all the tables. When the place was all decorated, it looked wonderful. When the guests arrived, we greeted them and told the little girls how pretty they looked. When the guests were all seated, we started to serve the tea. To me that was the most difficult

In spring 2016, the weather was very chilly, but my body and mind were warmer than ever. I moved from California to Ohio. When I took the government class, I had a project that filled the volunteer time. I chose Midpointe library because I heard that volunteer is assistant of the children’s program. I am fond of children, so the program is suitable for me. First time, I put the paper on the wall every 20 minutes, and check how children did. Also, many children asked me about the program. I was obviously flustered because I am not good at the English, and the program was different with my thought. I didn’t want to volunteer anymore; however, I should do in there. Second time, I made mini-golf set with partner for the children. Many children came to the program and experienced

One day, while I was doing a hike with a group of cub scouts on the Rail Trail, I had come out to see the Milford Conservation Commission running their annual Ghost Train Race. I waited for all the scouts to get picked up and then I was ready to leave myself. When I looked over to the race, the finish line was in disarray, wind blowing tents over and papers everywhere, warm fire meant to keep the racer’s body temperature up was dying, and a constant struggle to keep up with the incoming racers. Knowing a representative from the Milford Conservation Commision, I decided to go help with the chaos I saw before me. Feeling the stabbing of thorns as I jumped into the bushes after papers and the constant panting from finished