Learning About Poverty in My Town

I volunteered in Viva House for service research. I am planning to go nearly three months on Wednesday every week. I have been there, but I can see for myself how poverty and crime will affect people in Baltimore. While studying at Loyola, I had never felt poverty and frustration in a certain area of ​​Baltimore, but the volunteer service at Viva House opened my eyes and the face of the people living in these areas of Baltimore I realized the reality. . I noticed that most of the teaching materials gradually taught in the classroom worked in Vivahouse and its surrounding areas.

In this summer in Guatemala, I learned about my same name, aunt Kathleen Ann Jones, and time in her teenager in Latin America. I learned about my father's experience of looking down on poverty. I learned about my grandfather's research on Latin American culture. I spend time on people with little material, but they are happier than the wealthiest people in America. And perhaps most importantly, I learned how to listen to my heart and God's voice and experience true freedom, not fear.

I thought that it would take a call when I was about to begin a volunteer work in Armenia at a remote location that was hit by poverty and devastating earthquakes at the age of 16. I feel very satisfied with helping people in this remote place. I was in good standing among the world's leading donor agencies with high salary, praise from friends and family during my 20s. I travel with people all over the world and work with wonderful people. The infinite gap at the airport behind my laptop and the discomfort of the traveler are considered challenging and thoughtful to me. True sense of accomplishment. People in the aid industry will tell you to live for these moments. But with a warm handshake, I feel very uncomfortable and outdated.