After seeking expert advice how is this?
Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:50 pm
I could not ignore the chord that was struck within me as I prepared to advocate for the family at hand. I was part of the support staff for the Mary Catherine Macauley Center for Women and Families, and we were holding our weekly meeting to discuss issues within the house. Over the weekend I had completed the intake on a family of four, a father and three sons. Two of the sons were ages fourteen and sixteen, and the issue was whether we could afford to give the two boys a room of their own if it meant others would be denied shelter. As my turn to speak grew near, emotions of appreciation and remorse befell me. When my turn came, I was void of the usual nervousness and anxiety that accompanies public speaking; rather I felt an over-whelming confidence that was supported by feelings of purposeness, dignity, and appreciation. I then delivered a very effective and sound argument as to how allowing them to stay in two rooms would help maintain the family's morale, especially amongst the older ones whose age puts them at a greater risk of becoming individual homeless youths. I admit that I had a unique familiarity with the situation which undoubtedly fueled my efforts.
No more than six years earlier, I along with my mother and little brother were forced to stay in the Salvation Army's emergency shelter. They let me have my own room, however, at fourteen I found it hard to muster any gratitude for the hospitality. Honestly, the staff there was exceptional. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how exceptional they were until moments before my turn to give my input for the meeting at hand. Why was I allowed a room of my own, while other families were left in strange situations: sleeping in their car or staying in abusive relationships? I realized that the staff that took care of my family did so by making us feel as welcome and comfortable as they could. I became aware of the humanity I was treated with before and I understood that my time in a homeless shelter was not something to look back on and feel responsible for, regret, or feel ashamed of. Rather, I was given the learning experience of a lifetime. Upon reflection, the staff at the Salvation Army made great steps to make me feel as autonomous and respected as possible. This helped me to be a stronger person for my family.
We were attached to the salvation army for over a year, progressing through transistional shelters and eventually to scattered site housing. My mother's financial struggles motivated me to try and be as financially independent as possible. At that time it seemed working was my only freedom. I started working in the cornfields of South Dakota over the summer when I was thirteen and I loved it. Working provided me an escape from home, independence, and a sense of dignity that replaced the stigma. Working eventually took over my life; my senior year was spent working overnights and by the second half of the school day I was asleep. Although I have been proud of my work ethic I have never been proud of my decision to drop out of high school. Time and hindsight have provided me countless opportunities for regret which many times I have fulfilled. However, I have persisted in molding that regret into motivation to pursue my education.
My position within the shelter compelled me to recall many of my personal experiences with poverty to help see things through the eyes of our residents, but more importantly I was granted an opportunity to see how I could tackle social issues on a larger scale. While working at the shelter I met Pat Ford, an attorney for the Legal Aid Society of Nebraska in Omaha. He would visit our shelter often, helping clients with a broad range of legal issues. Although I had little more then a GED at the time, I derived, partially from his work, that an education was my best chance to hurdle the various challenges of poverty that was experienced by myself and countless others.
I will enjoy celebrating my graduation from the University of Nebraska at Omaha this spring. I'm getting married in May as well. I am proud of the formidable road I traveled to get here and I see no reason to slow my pace. I just hope that the next chapter of my story can begin at XXX University School of Law, where I can learn a skill set that I can return to the society that took care of me years before.
No more than six years earlier, I along with my mother and little brother were forced to stay in the Salvation Army's emergency shelter. They let me have my own room, however, at fourteen I found it hard to muster any gratitude for the hospitality. Honestly, the staff there was exceptional. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how exceptional they were until moments before my turn to give my input for the meeting at hand. Why was I allowed a room of my own, while other families were left in strange situations: sleeping in their car or staying in abusive relationships? I realized that the staff that took care of my family did so by making us feel as welcome and comfortable as they could. I became aware of the humanity I was treated with before and I understood that my time in a homeless shelter was not something to look back on and feel responsible for, regret, or feel ashamed of. Rather, I was given the learning experience of a lifetime. Upon reflection, the staff at the Salvation Army made great steps to make me feel as autonomous and respected as possible. This helped me to be a stronger person for my family.
We were attached to the salvation army for over a year, progressing through transistional shelters and eventually to scattered site housing. My mother's financial struggles motivated me to try and be as financially independent as possible. At that time it seemed working was my only freedom. I started working in the cornfields of South Dakota over the summer when I was thirteen and I loved it. Working provided me an escape from home, independence, and a sense of dignity that replaced the stigma. Working eventually took over my life; my senior year was spent working overnights and by the second half of the school day I was asleep. Although I have been proud of my work ethic I have never been proud of my decision to drop out of high school. Time and hindsight have provided me countless opportunities for regret which many times I have fulfilled. However, I have persisted in molding that regret into motivation to pursue my education.
My position within the shelter compelled me to recall many of my personal experiences with poverty to help see things through the eyes of our residents, but more importantly I was granted an opportunity to see how I could tackle social issues on a larger scale. While working at the shelter I met Pat Ford, an attorney for the Legal Aid Society of Nebraska in Omaha. He would visit our shelter often, helping clients with a broad range of legal issues. Although I had little more then a GED at the time, I derived, partially from his work, that an education was my best chance to hurdle the various challenges of poverty that was experienced by myself and countless others.
I will enjoy celebrating my graduation from the University of Nebraska at Omaha this spring. I'm getting married in May as well. I am proud of the formidable road I traveled to get here and I see no reason to slow my pace. I just hope that the next chapter of my story can begin at XXX University School of Law, where I can learn a skill set that I can return to the society that took care of me years before.