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.
In the 1950s Danny decided to fulfill his pledge, so began the fundraising efforts. Danny and with the support of local business leaders took several years to raise the money to build the hospital. St Jude opened on February 4, 1962. He challenged the medical staff at the new hospital to make his dream that “no child should die in the dawn of life” become a reality (St. Jude Children's Research Hospital). Danny Thomas mission’s for the hospital was to provide hope to families of children battling catastrophic diseases, but to also provide a place where no one was denied help due to race, religion or a family’s ability to pay (Better Business
Some people thought of me as a prankster and risk taker. At the age of five, I was stricken with polio but managed to make a full recovery, I still had a slight stutter but that was fine. My mother raised me as a single parent. I never knew my father; a private in the United States Army during World War II. My mother worked long 12 hours days so I made sure to cook, clean, and everything else so I could be as much of a help to her as possible, I even did the laundry.
Alex and his family having gone through all the trials, with Alex in a coma for several months, is an awesome example of the miracles God can do for us if we believe. Alex really inspired me in this book, being a child six years old, to have the faith and will to fight trusting God to see him through. Kevin and his family had just moved to the location where they lived. His wife Beth had just given birth to their fourth child, ages six and under. The day on Sunday Nov.14, 2004, little did they know, would change their lives forever.
When I spoke to my doctor over the phone, he was surprised I called. He told me he was very sorry, but there was a large tumor in the left sigmoid section of my colon. The next several weeks were of rushed of doctor’s appointments, hospital stays, and recovery. After an emergency surgery, I spent a week in a hospital bed recuperating. I have always been a social person, constantly working on projects, hobbies and going out with friends.
In April of 2003, I was deployed to Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom. On the day after Bagdad fell, my partner and I had been treating injured civilians. After treating patients for about 13-14 hours straight, I was finally about to sit down to eat something. Just as I opened my Meal, Ready to Eat (MRE), I heard a voice say, “Doc, we got one more for you.” I sighed heavily, put my MRE down and began to get up. As I looked up, I saw the little girl that would assure me that I would be in the medical field for the rest of my life.
My Father, my mother, me, and four brothers, and two sisters tried to escape from Vietnam. We started in the night of March 23, 1981 (Wednesday). The boat had a total of forty people in it (including my family), all wanting to escape Vietnam. Our boat planned to sail to Hong Kong. The next day, the ocean had a signal of storm and we had to try to run away from a storm.
Aside from the challenges that he has had to confront in his life, we can see that he is a very joyful man with no self-pity when he stated “… I’ve been called a ‘lost boy’, but I’m not lost from God. I’ve lost my parents, but God’s helped me… ” (60 Minutes documentary). In her childhood, Farah lost her leg when she stepped in a land mime. She was sent to Germany for recuperation; while she was there, she had to get her leg amputated. When she returned to her homeland Afghanistan, they were in the midst of a civil war.
I especially loved the look my dad would have on his face when he shared about how they were able to save a life, put out a fire, or be a comfort to the person injured or the family members watching and waiting. As I got a little older, my aunt would share some of her experiences of active duty in the army. She is a retired lieutenant colonel and served in the Vietnam War, Germany, and many other places. Her stories of working in the operating room and labor and delivery in the conditions of Vietnam are amazing. By age fourteen I had decided to become a nurse after learning how little time most doctors actually got to spend participating in personal care of patients.
I was impressed because she worked full-time, yet found time for another job, that she had as a part-time. Sometimes at night time, when she was finally coming home, she would leave again to help her husband who was cleaning doctors’ offices at night time, also as a second job. But there is more, she was also extremely active in helping her son and daughter with raising her grandchildren by taking them to their extracurricular classes and having them over for every weekend. Later, I realized that this was just a small piece of what she did, she was always putting an effort on learning something: a guitar playing, insurance broker, accounting, and I am sure there is more that I am not aware of from before. It seemed as long as she would learn and make everyone to wonder, when she came over to me and offered to get into a course for the next three years, well that is how I overcome my self-conscience and went for a part-time into the college and got my Practical Nursing Diploma in a first place and now I look forward to completing my Nursing Degree.