helping others

Last night as I was writing my very first blog on this website, my mom appeared. She had been at our old house, finishing up the cleaning, and she got home at about 10:30 PM. When she came in she told me that she was worried- she has driven past a small park about a block down the road and seen a small girl sitting there in the dark alone, head down.  Read More »

Now that my girl is asleep, I can post....  Read More »

Have you ever volunteered abroad (or in your own country) and wondered what would happen once you left? Would your message become lost with time? Would the people whose lives you saw change go back to how they once were?  Read More »

A young woman dying of AIDS lay in the bed before me. Staring at her frail, disease-stricken body, the words of a family friend echoed in my head, "Why is Kellie going to Africa? Does she really think that one person can make a difference?"  Read More »

What is that nagging feeling I get when taxi drivers are rude to me, when someone tries to cheat me at the market or when my students don't pay attention to my lesson? Is it anger? No, I don't really get upset. Is it frustration? Maybe, it sure gets me all knotted up sometimes. I want to just "turn the other cheek," but this feeling holds me back.  Read More »

I like living in the twenty-first century; however, I cannot deny the fact that it has its imperfections, world hunger being a major one. According to the United Nations, about 25,000 people die every day from starvation or hunger-related causes. That means another person dies every three and a half seconds from these causes.  Read More »

This blog that I am going to wright about has me so intrigued and confused because of what I have heard from others.  Read More »

Today, volunteering has been condensed into a single word--no, 2 words--TIME and MONEY. At school, the forty-hour requirement forces many of the student body to actively join lucrative ventures such as the cancer walk and the hospital.  Such virtuous venues.  Read More »