Personal Narrative: The Way I Helped My Community

Giving families food that are in need is another great way to change the community in how they shop for food. Many families need it especially during the holiday season or just in general. For example, I am in the spanish club organization and we went in January of this year we went to this house where a single mother lived with seven of her kids in an apartment which we did not get to meet but the lady besides her told us. We went to this other house and a guy was blind so the wife worked two jobs with three kids.That made us all reflect on how much more we can do and give back.

I have always taken great pride in my ability to bring myself out of poverty and to become a well-rounded person. I have suffered through many obstacles along the way, and with great determination, I have been able to overcome them. I know that I have been fortunate and I never take that for granted. Friends and family are a great support system and I am blessed to have the best of both. I work very hard to instill strong beliefs into my children and their friends. It is very important to me that I give back to the community. Understanding social culture and economic provides and even greater sense of wanting to help those that need it. I volunteer through my work with Habitat for Humanity and the Houston Food Bank. My daughter also volunteers

My strongest advocacy point these day is to create Community Powerhouse Collaborations made up of Parents, Educators and Business for the sole purpose of developing what I call, the Kindergarten CEO. Nurturing, supporting and developing each kids unique skills and abilities to be eventually monitized in some form in a high demand job in the global work place. It's the best way to ease the pressure off the Public Workforce Sysrem and ensure that young people get the "first chance" system opportunity right. We're looking to plan a strategy in Bergen County to address this. If you're interested in supporting our initiaitve, please let me

When I joined Shades Mountain Christian School, I was immediately notified of the community service the school partakes in. There are two main organizations we work with: Operation Christmas Child and Urban Ministries. Operation Christmas Child is an organization where you pack a shoebox full of toys and it will be sent off to a child in need in another country. This child will also receive the Gospel in their native tongue. My class has made the most boxes each year to try and reach these children who so desperately need our help. Urban Ministries is a local ministry that reaches out the impoverished community of my area. When I have been involved, we have helped repaint houses for two older ladies. We would paint, scrape, or help repair some part of the home. We would also help tend the community gardens. Work in the gardens included raking, weeding, and picking any vegetables that were ready. Another form of community service I partake in revolving around the school is reaching out to Athens, Alabama. Our basketball players and cheerleaders have

I am a PhD student at the Dalla Lana School for Public Health at the University of Toronto. I work as a research coordinator under the supervision of your former colleague Dr. Julia Woodhall-Melnik. Dr. Woodhall-Melnik has recommended the Communications and Dissemination Research Assistant position on "The Community Ideas Factory Project" to me as she knows I am interested in continuing my work in this area. I have two years of experience in knowledge creation and dissemination from institutions such as St. Michael’s Hospital, and I can use the skills I have built to help you on this project.

I am immersed in many community services with my school. Every Martin Luther King Jr. Day, my school comes together to assist those in need. It is a day devoted to helping others by constructing boxes of necessary materials to send to sick nuns at Camilla Hall. One evening during the year the school community comes together for a night dedicated to community service. Each grade occupies themselves in diverse ways to help those who are in need. Some classes help by making tuna fish casseroles, and others cut jeans to make shoes for the needy in Africa. There is nothing I love more than helping those in need with my school

The activities that I have participated in such as the Food Bank volunteer and church volunteer, have made the community around me healthier and united. My participation impacts everyone who needs these help. By showing that the younger generations like mine are interested and is actively seeking to help out the society, people could feel more united and bonded around the community to seek out how we could help them.

One way I have helped my community is by volunteering for FOCCAS. What I did while volunteering was fostering animals. I can say I have hand raised and bottle fed five litters of kittens and I also nursed many animals back to health. The hardest part about fostering was trying to not get attached. Being I’m only human, and I got attached. The hardest animal to give back was this small puppy. When we got him, they thought he might lose his eyes. I nursed him back to health he even slept in my bed. We had him for over a month and during that time he became like my baby. So when it came for him to go to his new home it was extremely difficult to give him back. Taking care of these animals was a challenging and time consuming job. Fostering was

My diverse background allows me to see both sides of the spectrum. One day I live in the suburbs of the city that I live in. I see old white males in drive around in their corvettes and think about what it would be like to have one of my own. Another day I see poverty. I see urban areas. I see what it’s like to not have anything. I see the quality of life that the people in the suburbs would not have the experience of living in.

My path was never set for me growing up. I was not raised by parents who would dress me up in college gear, parents who would research the top schools, or had a school fund account set aside for me; due to this I lived and attended one of the most economically challenged city and school district in the U.S. Although, I was not the most privileged person growing up my ethic background and community influenced me both positively and negatively in ways of culture, language, and my view of the world. The face of my community was weak, old, and crumbled, but it was rich in culture.

I have lived in Catatonk and attended Candor Central School my entire life, and while some may think a small school and community may have limited opportunities, I have been fortunate to be involved in many personally gratifying activities. I have studied tap, jazz, ballet and contemporary dance at Kathy Hansen’s School of Dance for twelve years. I ran on the cross country team in the fall of my senior year. This was a personal victory for me, as I struggled with asthma and didn’t think participating in a sport that required running over three miles was something I’d ever be able to accomplish. While I was not an amazing runner, getting up and moving changed me physically and mentally for the better. I have also been involved in Key Club and

I walked in through the front door of the lobby and sat in a chair, waiting for my mentor; a lady whose name I could never remember. This being my usual routine, I realized that my mentor was almost always late and decided to make my way to a small library across the lobby. I had applied for a school club for the upcoming year and one of the requirements in order to get in was to show off my philanthropic side and give back to my community. Not putting too much thought into where I was going to volunteer, I did what any lazy person, such as myself, would do and decided to give back to my community through probably the closest location I could find—a retirement home. While waiting for my mentor in the library, I picked up a random book and sat next to a man in a wheelchair. He smiled at me and asked what I was reading. I held up the book and showed him the cover, to which he replied with,“I don’t like that one.” It was that exact autumns afternoon during the beginning of my eighth grade year that I realized I had just made one very improbable friend.

From organizing fundraisers to tutoring children, I always strived to find ways to help others. When I was sixteen, I started volunteering at Zarephath Health Center, a free local health clinic. I have been an active member of many charity clubs, but my time at the clinic was, arguably, my first real exposure to both the medical field and to serving the underprivileged communities.

For my volunteer work, I am the pianist for Saturday masses at my local Vietnamese church. This usually takes up about 2 hours every Saturday. The actual mass itself is only 1 hour but the practice time takes the longest. Starting off, as an Asian-American, my understanding of Vietnamese was very poor. I was able to speak and comprehend but it was on a very basic level. One of the steps I had to overcome was being able to become more fluent in Vietnamese. Another step that I had to overcome was adapting to the music style. American hymns were significantly different and I had grown up playing "American" songs. Adjusting to this change was hard at first, as different styles of music made it hard for me to comprehend what I was playing. As

Allowing my body to become a liquid among a crowd of hundreds of strangers takes courage, but at the same time, the surrounding individuals of the mass depend on my body’s support. Collectively, concerts exemplify a community in which each member equally represents the composite group while remaining wildly original. My first experience with this community occurred in tenth grade when I decided to attend a rock music festival, Bled Fest, and then obsessed over trying to look the part of a hard-core rebel, a persona I do not identify with. Upon arrival, I watched hundreds of people line up to enter the venue, but only a few of them fit the stereotype that I held. As I hesitantly made my way to the main stage, I noticed the damp, warm air and