During the summer of 2015, I had the chance to travel out of California for the very first time. It wasn’t very far but it was still a life-changing event. Ever since I was a little kid, I have always wanted to take part in mission trips because I heard many fascinating stories and the immense impact these trips had. Luckily, I got the chance to join one before my senior year. The trip I took part in was the Navajo missions trip, a one week trip in Arizona where we had the chance to lead and interact with Native American families. When I first signed up, I thought this trip would be smooth and easy, but it really tested my leadership and compassion. Not only did preparing take a great deal of work but leading small groups and attempting to interact with the Navajo kids was even more challenging. I noticed there were many cliques among the Navajo families there and even my own group. My teammates and I were supposed to set an example, but instead we did the exact opposite. Therefore, I thought of an idea of splitting the team into three groups and targeting specific cliques to separate so we can all get to know each other. Thankfully, my plan worked and by the end of the trip the whole team had the chance to personally connect with each kid there. During the …show more content…
From growing closer to my teammates to the new friendships I made there, I couldn’t have been more thankful. Through this experience, I have learned how difficult it is to be a leader, even with the help of my teammates, and how teamwork is necessary to achieve desired goals. Helping others in need is something I am very passionate about and I am proud to have been part of this team in that I was able to be someone the Navajo kids could depend. This team and trip has been a great impact and memory in my life and I am grateful to have made the choice in participating in
Bethel Baptist Church never encountered a challenge like this before. The church accepted an invitation to participate in a mission in Shawnee, Oklahoma. Making an appearance in a foreign environment terrified both adolescents and adults. Even with those uneasy feelings, the congregation quickly zeroed in on the goal at hand in spreading God’s love to this needy region. With events such as church cleanup, food ministry, and disaster relief, the church left with a greater appreciation of life, and how lucky many of the citizens in the United States truly are.
We are often told that it’s ok to be different. My younger version would definitely agree. Growing up Indian, I had the benefit of teachers repeating instructions a bit louder and slower. I never worried about getting injured on the baseball field, because I got to sit on the bench. My parents never had to worry about driving me to sleepovers, though I was seemingly friends with everyone in school.
Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.
Undoubtedly, every person deserves to experience the unchanging love of Christ, no matter who they are or what they did. Mission trips are an opportunity to present God’s word to
Childhood barriers growing up and being Native American was growing up poor. Being raised by signal parent and eating foods that are far unhealthy. Food that was prepared or bought were so unhealthy which caused some family members to be overweight. Being poor made it hard for mother to provide proper nutritious foods. Food we eat where either fried, had to much salt, and high in fats.
For my first diversity event I decided to attend the 43rd annual Mankato wacipi (Powwow). I chose this event because I attended some like it when I was younger. I always have admired Native Americans and their deep connection with their spirituality. I remember in fifth grade my elementary school hosted a Powwow that my mother and I attended. This was the first time I have ever been exposed to the Native American culture and the memory has stuck with me till now.
I believe the term, hispanic, itself does not define who I am. I define who I am and who I want to become. However, I do come from a Mexican heritage. Coming from a Mexican heritage has influenced and deeply impacted my life. My heritage has taught me a lot.
In early August of 2009, I embarked on a long drive from the beautiful state of Virginia to the more homey state of Alabama. My grandfather, Benjie Norris, had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer and was given months to survive. My mother had been traveling back and forth from Virginia to Alabama, so it was decided that the family should go on and move to Alabama in order to be closer to family. Being only a sixth grader, it was hard to grasp the concept of moving to an unfamiliar place. Moving to Alabama has been a beneficial life experience thanks to family, friends, and strong spiritual atmosphere of the area.
Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.
If I were a plain’s Indian living in the 1900s my reservation would be the Choctaw reservation. I would explain to my grandkids that us as plains Indians we were great wanderers, travelers but we did not like farming. We were greatly known for being great warriors and fighters by using the tactic of gorilla warfare as a sneak attack.
I gave back to my scouting community by taking the place of the older scouts and help lead the troop, guiding the younger scouts on their journeys to Eagle in the same manner as the older scout did with me. I also learned about the importance of volunteer work. I volunteer at the public library, and would help out in the afterschool “Math Lab”, tutoring students struggling with understanding what they were learning in their math classes. To this end, I live by the Boy Scout slogan: “do a good turn
In1855 Manuelito was recognized as a very powerful Chief who led the Navajo tribe to a better philosophy of education and peace. Chief Manuelito is the very last Navajo Chief and, as one of the greatest Chief’s, is significant for his leadership through the Long Walk. The Long Walk was truly an interminable and detrimental journey. Chief Manuelito was a Navajo Chief who helped carry all of his followers through the strenuous walk of three hundred fifty miles by foot, facing the conflicts of the U.S. Army forcing them out of their homeland, leading to the compromise through the treaty of Bosque Redondo. Chief Manuelito loyally stood next to his people.
My father, Chingachgook, my brother, Uncas, and I were visiting our friends on the Frontier. Life on the frontier was hard, and days were constantly filled with fear and hard work. People living on the frontier grew their own food, and lived in log cabins. The French and the Indians constantly would attack because they wanted everyone to fear them. While we were on the frontier, we learned that John, the father of the frontier families, did not want to volunteer in the war because he feared Indians would attack his family.
I went to my hometown Arkadelphia, Arkansas, I ran across family friend by the name of Billy Ray at the family gathering. I gave him a hug and signed to him,””. He replied, “Hey”. I informed him that I was taking ASL. I asked,” Did he remember me?”
We travelled with these strange men that are covered with strange garments with the only parts that show are their faces which are white as the washed stone. Some of them have hair and long beards that is the color of the sun. They are able to heal and bring death to our people as they decide. We dare not make them angry lest they should punish our people. As we travelled to the flat lands beyond the mountains we were met by the peoples of the plains.