Life Changing Experience : A Life Changing Experience In My Community

I haven’t been alive for too long and I’ve lived a pretty normal life though I do know of one specific event that changed me forever. On January 12 2010 I came home from school like every other kid in Haiti. It was a completely normal day. My mom was cooking in the kitchen, my aunt was holding my little sister while watching TV, my dad wasn’t home yet and I was by myself in the living room playing games on my dad’s computer. Then out of nowhere I hear a deep low loud rumbling noise. Right when I start to wonder what the noise was, the shaking starts. Being a normal eleven year old kid I just sat there in shock and fear and just watched as my whole world came crashing down around me. Paintings, vases silverware, my moms china set, they were

I was scared. I was just plain scared. The constant sound of a shrinking beeping. The smells of the antiseptic hospital ward. I was in shock and in complete disbelief. Why I am here? I should be at home doing my homework for the next day, but I am not. I am here. Now, I am lying on a flat patient cot. The yellow walls in my room had a distinct feeling that I was in a psychiatric ward was had utterly cold, however everyone on the floor was welcoming and willing to help. Nurses are bombarding into the room asking questions. In the meantime, my left arm is swollen from the IV stuck in me. I feel like a toddler having no idea about her surroundings. This all could have been avoided; however now it does not matter. I am glued to a sterile bed. A

This summer I went on a mission trip to Minnesota, and it changed my life. I got to strengthen my relationship with God and my friends, all the while serving a community. While I was there, I was tested a few times, but my view of life was permanently affected. If I was asked to leave tomorrow for another trip, I wouldn’t even hesitate to go.

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I just got done with hockey practice and boy was I dehydrated. It felt like I was in a desert for an hour jogging non stop. Usually I don’t fill up my water bottle at practice but I sure doubted it. I put my gear in the car and hopped in the backseat, exhausted as a person that just got done with a sprinting workout for a hour. My dad told me that my assistant coach signed us up for a little game at the Xcel Energy Center and I didn’t even know what he said because I was focusing too much on getting a drink, but he said it again and I realized that this time it was actually true.

Shivering in the middle of February with a group of teenagers while picking up trash wasn't what I expected to be doing on a Saturday morning. It was Teen Service Day and I was assigned to do a trash clean up at Belle Isle with my YMCA Leaders Club. There were roughly 10 of us packed into a small rickety bus as we traveled downtown. I was exhausted, freezing, and unpleased that it was 6am and I wasn't asleep in my bed. When I arrived at Belle Isle I was immediately directed to get to work because there was trash everywhere. There was trash on the sidewalks, in the woods, and floating at the edge of the James River. I hadn't realized how much of a problem Richmond had with littering until this moment. Every time I picked up a piece of trash

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

My community involvement started my Freshman year of High School when I began helping with the Miller Keystone blood drive. I was too young to donate but I did my part by helping sign others up. During my sophomore year it became more of a club and they trained us more so we could be a bigger help. I worked at the canteen, this continued up to this year. I have donated twice so far and plan to donate once more in May.

For my Make a Difference Project, I decided to donate 2 large boxes of unused toys to Goodwill. I also wanted to donate $50 to Riley Hospital. I exceeded my goal as I donated two boxes of gently used toys and a full desk set to Goodwill. I also met my goal to donate $50 to Riley Hospital. I earned the $50 by lawn mowing. Something I could have done differently was to maybe focus on one organization rather than two. This would have helped because I could have helped that one organization more. This inspires me to do more service projects because I would like to help the community. I really enjoyed doing my Make a Difference

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

One day my mother told me about the Bethel Neighborhood Center, likely as church, but they also have many different programs like ESL for adults, classes for children, and more. She said, she heard from her friends, and it is a nice place to go. I didn’t believed her, and I thought it’s all they doing was trying to getting more people and get money from government. But my mother forced me to go there. It was my first day in the Bethel Neighborhood Center, I had the same thought I had before about them. But I was totally wrong. The way I thought about them was undesirable. I learned this when I spend one day in there. The fact that this is the place where I can gets plenty of helps without any costs. I liked the way they loves us, help us,

There is more to the Union than just the significant health, dental, and other benefits it provides. I have family members who have been greatly affected by the Union. My grandma has been a part of the Union for over 15 years and my mother is currently in her fourth year of being a part of it. Even after my grandma suffered a stroke, 32BJ was there to guide her. My mother is absolutely content with the benefits she gets for herself and her family. However, the Union has not just affected my mother or my grandma, but me as well. While it does affect me in terms of benefits, it most definitely affects me in a way of allowing me to acknowledge what being a part of a community is.

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.

One way I have helped my community was I helped joined my friends dad on a bike tour, it was part of church. We had made sandwiches the night before, so in the morning we would have been ready to leave. At the time, My friend and I as well as others who lived in the same building were up early around 9am to 10am, to pack up the sandwiches and water bottles into the duffle bag. we then rode our bikes in a group of five people. We went as far as to balboa park and back. We fed as many homeless people as we could have. With a few homeless people that were sleeping, we will gently wake them up or sometimes we would just leave the food beside them and continued on our journey. I was inspired to act upon this because to me, it instantly felt good

At some point in life there will be an event that changed an individual life forever. When that event changes the point of view about the education, then that event has become a big thing. Those changes could be good a thing or bad. The event that change my education view is when I move to the United State. I have been in America for about 8 years. The first couple years are hard because I don’t speak English so there is no way to communicate with others.