I went to Tanzania when I was just fifteen. I didn’t know much about who I was or who I wanted to be, but I went without anyone I knew personally overseas to serve unreached people groups. I had an idea that I wanted to go into medicine, but I had no idea what kind. I spent over a week growing a relationship with children in a village that spoke no English and had never met Americans. I taught children upwards of thirteen how to color and watched as they were content to color for hours with just one crayon. One of the last days we were there, a little boy was running to greet us as he always did. He cut his foot on a rock and it started to bleed. As usual, I had a fun colored band aid in my bag. I used a wipe to clean it and placed the bandage
In March of 2016, I took a missions trip to Gonaives, Haiti. This trip impacted me deeply. The people are poor but are still very happy with life and love God very much. I made lots of friends while teaching dance who I will remember forever. My most memorable moment was the Friday night service. Their dancing was cultural, traditional, excited, and energized. It made me feel connected to my African roots. This trip allowed me to receive the Silver Award from the Girl Scouts. I am most proud of
When I was eleven years old, I was living in one of the small Bhutanese Refugee Camp called Goldhap located in Jhapa, Nepal. Life in the refugee camp was simple for me since I was only 11 years old. But for most adults including my parents, it was very challenging. Since they didn’t have their own land; they couldn’t eat whatever they wanted to like in Bhutan where they had large arable land for plantation. People in camp were not allowed to work outside of camp. But to provide for their family they worked laborious jobs such as stone-breaking, road-cleaning, and ploughing (with an Ox). My parents did all they could to satisfy our needs and some wants. Ever since I was little doctors fascinated me so when I grew up I wanted to become one. However, I knew it was next to impossible to become a doctor in Camp because of financial situation. The turning point of my life was when I came to America.
I grow up in Congo, with an african culture where young men and women are exposed to alcohol and tobacco at a very young age. In family, parents and family members are very strict, no matter what is your age, you are not allowed to drink alcohol and to smook. By mistake, if you end up becoming a drinker or a smoker, it is a kind disgrace and shame for your family. Because a drinker is seeing as an unserious person, someone that you can trust or give responsibilities. Even myself, I grow up being afraid of drinking alcohol or smoking cigarette, because I didn’t want to dishonor my family. Furthermore, while talking about friends’ influences, it depends on whom you were spending your time with. As an example, if you were surrendering by bad friends,
I realized that I wanted to help the innocent and the forgotten people of the world for the rest of my life because they deserve to have someone attend to their medical and psychological needs. I want to become a doctor, not to make money or to create a legacy, but to help children around the world who are the victims of a war and live in poor environmental conditions. I want to help the people in countries who do not receive any help from foreign nations because they aren’t considered a priority. I believe that though these countries do not have an abundance of oil, gold, silver, or copper they are still the home of innocent men, women, and children, and therefore valuable. These are humans and their lives are as important as those of people from Europe or America. I want to become a surgeon without borders, which would allow me to aid people around the world who are suffering from natural or societal disasters such as those suffered by the Syrian Civil war . As Elie Wiesel once said, “We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented…. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.” I do not want to be that person who sits quietly in her house and doesn’t act upon an issue because she thinks it doesn’t affect her. I want to help every
When I was twelve, I visited my home country Somalia for the first time. Even though I had an amazing experience, it was heartbreaking to see the lack of resources
When I was in 9th grade, my family went on a missions trip to Nicaragua. This was not an ordinary one though. Instead of just going for a week or two, we went down for six months as a whole family. My parents, my brother, my 3 sisters and I all went into this experience wanting to serve, but not knowing quite what it would look like. When we got there, we encountered extreme poverty unlike anything we had seen here in the United States. While there, we painted countless schools, did art projects at countless others, worked with the local lending libraries, and simply loved on the kids down there to the best of our abilities. When the trip was over, I left with a feeling that I had somehow failed. I felt as though I had not given my all to
In Guinea, there are too many peoples and languages and cultures to name here. It is a massive region which spans to several thousand miles of coast in Western Africa, from the fringes of the Sahara to the southern ocean. It is here where the business of capturing slaves for their transportation to the new world is completed. The Niger river winds northeast into the continent for thousands of miles, and in the vast river basin from which its might is drawn is situated the kingdom of Tonga which reaches from the coast to an indefinite boundary inland, the extent of which is not known I believe to any one man. In the interior of the kingdom, our rule is nominal, tributorial. So, no repercussions were felt by our people as a result of this subjection,
I have been living in Pyla for two years now and let me tell you they it hasn't been easy, the consent longing for money is driving me crazy. There is no work. so i have decided to move Africa. I feel like the need for dental care is a lot greater than here. So that's it i'm leaving. I'm leaving for the airport today. I've been living Africa for about a week now and I now know that there's no business here. Although there is no business I have managed to meet new friends their names are Imani, and Zane they live with a tribe situated in on the edge of the Sahara Desert. They told me that they use branches from a special tree called Salvadora persica. They break off the the branches and scrap off the bark then it is called a Miswak. Since
After we talked about his life in Nigeria, he took a hold of his fork and scooped up a piece of beans and plantain and then he moved the food to his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed his food, we continued our interview. When my dad arrived in America he went straight to college. His experiences back in Nigeria really did benefited him when he came to America because since he was so self-sufficient he was able to balance school and work. Going to college help my dad to become a nerd in learning. He went to school and chose an excellent major, he explained why he chose it by saying,“ I chose Pharmacy because it was a good profession, and it did well, but since I missed a semester of class, I had to retake Pharmacy, but I didn’t want to, so
The last time I had written an entry was before Tilly came to Dungatar. I had hoped for a new beginning, I was so tired of bottling up my secret for so long, and this secret of mine causes me extreme emotional pain. Being Sergeant Farrat, I must be the mediator, fence-sitter and peace keeper, included yet apart from the town in my role of law keeper. This suits me, as it provides me with the privacy I need to pursue my own interests behind closed doors. And before Tilly arrived, it seemed that I was the only person in Dungatar attempting creativity.
The opportunity to spend a month in Uganda allowed me to see, first hand, the extreme poverty that exists in areas of the world. I became emotionally overwhelmed after observing the devastating living conditions and homelessness endured by not just men and women, but also children. My mission was to serve God Cares Orphanage, which provided housing and education to many of these abandoned children. At the secondary orphanage, I met Rogers, a 17-year-old boy who began providing for himself and his three younger siblings since 7 years old when his parents died from AIDS. Although driven to help, to somehow
Growing up, I didn’t know much about Somalia, despite being Somali myself. I never saw Somali people being portrayed on screen and never learned about them in history class. This, paired with being the only Somali student in school, was why I never really felt the sense of pride that other people felt when it came to their ethnicity. My parents noticed this and thought it was essential for me to visit Somalia, leading to a trip during the summer of 2013, when I was 13 years old.
I was going to the fields to work the farms. It was like any other day. My wife had gone out to barter food for the family. I was a planter. I had been living in the middle part of Africa for as long as I could remember. I went out to the fields, with my hoe to start farming corn for the harvest. When I was done farming the corn, I continued my daily schedule of taking a bucket of water and going to the well. The water was to be filled up so my family and I could bathe later in the evening. When I was almost done filling up
In the year 2009, a young boy had the lure to travel. The enticement of becoming a young adventurer led this 11-year-old boy to Sierra Leone, West Africa on a mission trip with his mother. He even spent his twelfth birthday in a small village! On the day of his birthday on July 29 in Makeni, this now 12-year-old suddenly became sick. He became so violently sick that he could barely stand. He vomited so vehemently that not even modern day medicine could control it. Food poisoning: what a wondrous birthday gift. On the brink of death, all the missionaries and African pastors could do was silently pray. Waiting for an answer bore as heavily on his soul just as equally as the pain hurt his body. Finally, after hours of this agonizing sensation,
Traditional dentures and bridges have been the standard in replacing missing teeth for generations, but a new technology emerged in the 1960’s that allowed dentists to create an artificial root for false teeth called a dental implant. Dental implants are artificial roots made of titanium, a metal that allows bone to heal around it, that false teeth or dentures can be affixed to. If you already wear dentures or a bridge, is it worth it for you to replace your old dentures with dental implants? Well, that depends. In this article, we will discuss the pros and cons of dental implants and help you to figure out if dental implants are right for you.