Becoming A Social Worker

Becoming a social worker has been a dream I’ve had for several years. I have a strong desire to help individuals better their lives. By improving their quality of life, I would be improving their outlook on life; creating happiness in their lives. Happiness is a contagious emotion; by expressing their happiness, they may be able to put a smile on someone else’s face. As the happiness spreads, I believe that communities would grow stronger. I understand that I alone cannot change the world, although if enough people have a strong desire to make a difference in others’ lives, the world could slowly become a happier more peaceful place to live. On January 12, 2010, I was watching television while working on a scrapbook for my family. I turned

My father is an alcoholic; he has been my entire life. Recently, my mother told me the story about the day I was born. She went into labor despite my father was nowhere to be found. Ultimately, a family member was able to find him at a local rundown bar. On his way to the hospital to be with my mother, my father was pulled over and arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol. He spent the first several days of my life in jail. This has always been my life, full disappointments from promises broken. I have always tried to help him and

It is a dinner that the entire family attends. This is where I decided to inform everyone of my career choice. Surprisingly, I not receive the reaction that I was expecting! During that dinner, time seemed to stand still as I listened to my entire family, immediate and extended, give me their opinion on choosing to be a social worker. A few family members that view life the way I do were ecstatic about my choice. The majority of them did not approve of the fact that I was even considering this. I heard responses like, “There is no money to be made in that field! The people you will be working with are too dangerous!” I couldn’t believe the unsupportive remarks that were made. I’ve heard several of the same responses from various people that ask me what I am studying in college. I give them the same response that I gave my family; it’s not their decision, it’s mine. Money isn’t everything in life; if everyone thought that way the world would be a greedy, miserable place. Although, those in need may be dangerous, my desire to help them improve their lives is stronger than my fear of being victimized. The world needs more kindness and happiness in it and I am determined to do my part, even if I cannot change it alone; every bit