Every time I look at the flag, I picture my family struggling to get here, but looking at the flag for home of a better future. Knowing that they accomplished shows me that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. The flag is important to me because of what it symbolizes. How my mom and her family went from country to country, looking for a place to live, ending up so happy in Canada. This journey is important to me because I was brought up to know where you come from and how nothing is given for free.
How was this area of interest formed? * I selected this population because it is a cause that is dear to me. Since I was a small child I have always felt heartbroken for the homeless people I would see on the streets or stop lights asking for money. I remember always wishing I could take them home and let them take a shower, brush their teeth and put on a fresh change of clothes. Needless to say that never happened but I would sit in the car for the remainder of the drive picturing this new found perfect world without the homeless.
His parents were devout Christians. When he was 12 his family moved to a farm 30 miles west of Chicago where he spent his adolescence. He became a rather isolated and disciplined person and acquired a knowledge and an appreciation for the scientific method in a practical world. His first career choice was agriculture followed by history and then religion. When he was 20 he was selected to go to China for 6 months for an international Christian conference and he says that his new experiences so broadened his thinking that he began to doubt some of his basic religious views.
I hung out with a lot of questionable characters back home before joining the army. This isn’t because I was shy to make new friends, this was due to the fact that there were so few people in my town that the demographics that I would think of befriending were few and far between. Having joined the army, it’s managed to simultaneously improve my life in countless ways, and put me in social situations where I could make friends that shared those same values. Buddies who have my back no matter what the circumstances, and buddies that I’d take a bullet for. As I said before, military was few and far between in my hometown.
Becoming a Just World International ambassador four years ago changed my perspective on life, but actually attending the project trip to Guatemala this past month had really changed my life. JWI acts as a catalyst for positive change in the developing world by working with local partner organizations for provides basic education, nutrition, health, hygiene, and vocational programs for children in impoverished communities. To be apart of this amazing organization is something I never thought I could ever expertise. Giving back and helping out those who are really in need, has taught be to become a more positive and devoted person. Just World International is in the making of breaking free of the cycle of poverty by funding local partners around the world to help children thrive in the world.
Although I am very thankful for all that I have learned, I cannot say that I have helped anyone but myself by taking this course. Yes I have spread helpful hints to my peers in the discussion board, and have carried the valuable knowledge I have been given to those close to me, but I have not actually put out a helping hand and made sure that my knowledge or help has been properly used. That is until I completed my service work assignment. For my service work assignment I donated money to the Greater Houston Community Foundation and designated it to the Curing Children’s Cancer fund. No, I did not take time out of my day to participate in a 5K run, nor did I dedicate a full day to helping the elderly at a retirement home, but I did make sure my knowledge and help was used to benefit my community.
My First Grateful Dead Concert On the day of my first “Dead show”, in April of 1989, I was awakened in the morning by the sound of my mother’s voice screaming “David…telephone”. I was slow getting to the phone because I had not gone to bed that night until after 3:00 AM. I said “hello” and to my surprise it was Scott, a friend from work, on the other end of the line. He asked “do you want to go see The Grateful Dead in concert tonight in Michigan?” Since that moment, “What a long strange trip it’s been”. I didn’t say yes right away because I had just came home from seeing R.E.M.
Pat is also finding it hard to adjust to being in The home as up to a weeks ago she was living alone with carer’s Popping in a couple of times a day to assist her with her personal Needs .Pat is very depressed and doesn’t really understand why she is now in her home so is refuse’s to leave her room To mix with the other residents in the communal lounges she has Also Been choosing to eat her meals alone but often hides her left over’s food in napkins I was asked to be Pats key worker so the first thing I Did was try to take time to spend with Pat and her daughters when they visited in her room. I painting Her nails, did her hair and just talking about her past to try to Gain her confidence I also spoke about her Parkinson’s and reassured her that she had nothing to be embarrassed or worried about as everyone is here to support her and listen whenever she wants to talk. I also spent some meal times with her and we Ate meal together on occasions to help encourage her to eat a Little better. After about a week I was helping Pat to get ready in The morning and suggested she joined the other residents just For breakfast at first she said no but after some gentle persuasion She agrees. At breakfast I
Despite the lack of food and terrible living conditions, Asha had been working hard since she was a child. Her ambition to live a better life was sparked by the hardships she encountered, and planted in her mind as she endeavored to do her best at work. Years later, Asha married an alcoholic man with little ambition and then started her life in a slum near Mumbai called Annawadi, a place full of poor scavengers that lived in little huts with small incomes from trash picking. Asha, as part of the group that suffered poverty, distinguished herself by her independence and determination that she had developed through those years of indigent life. As the slum dwellers described, “We are the shit between the roses” (xii).
The industry causes starvation of women daily. This, in combination with the strenuous work they do on a constant basis, results in most of the women becoming very weak and sick, often resulting in death. The switch in labor from the women working at home in a domestic environment (cottage industry) to that where labour brings in wages to the family (factory system), causes the role of the mother to change greatly. With the women now being able to earn wages out of the home, most of their time is devoted to work. Children can no longer be raised with the full support of the mother, father, or siblings.