Thursday, November 5, 2009

A gift to give


About two years ago my mom took some friends and I to Salt Lake City for a service project. We helped organize donated clothes into sizes so they could easily be distributed to refugee families in the area. We spent about three hours organizing all the clothes with the help of about ten other people. Little by little people started to leave as we finished up the last few boxes. When there was nothing left to sort we asked if there was anything else we could do to help. The lady in charge mentioned there was not enough people delivering all these donations to the homes of the refugees. She kindly asked if we would be able to make a few drop offs. We happily agreed and loaded our car. We drove to the first home in a small apartment complex about two miles from the building. There we met a small family of four from Burma. This was their first home in twelve years! They had been living in a refugee camp.
If i could give a gift to the people on this earth, i would give every child a home. A home were they can feel safe in. A home that they can sleep in at night and be with their families. A home they can have happy memories in and a home with a loving mother and a loving father. Children these days take their home and their parents for granted and if they lost both of these things all at once, what an impact it would have on their lives. But the children that do not have these thing, and have gone through their lives without these two vital things that every child needs would do anything for a home and a mother and a father. Its what they wish for. To be adopted, to be found, and to just have any of the three.
My eighth grade year as well as my freshman year i was able to go to Mexico for a week during the summer. I went with my basketball team and during that week we visited many different orphanages as well as old folks homes, schools for the blind, juvenile places, and poor neighborhoods. We handed out toys for all the little children. At the orphanages they allowed us to hold the little children and the babies. These little kids aren't held often because if they were they would cry until someone picked them up and because they're aren't a lot of workers its not an option to hold the children. The kids reached up their little arms to be held and held them selves close to our body's. When it was time to put them down it was painful to hear them cry and not let go of you. All they wanted is to feel loved and to be held.
Every child deserves to be loved. I think it is wrong for a child to be left on the streets. To be homeless or to live without their mother are father and to be raised in an orphanage. If every child had a home they could add so much more to this world. Not for the bad but for the good. The things they could learn at school as well as in their home were as if they were in the streets or in an orphanage, the neglect and the loneliness they would feel; the need to rebel, those would all be erased if there wasn't any child to feel hatred for being in one of the worst situations any child would have to be in. No home, no mom and no dad.

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