Help! Don't know exactly where I'm trying to go with this.
Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:22 pm
Morning always came too quick. Every Saturday I would reluctantly crawl out of the guest bed, making my way toward the kitchen for a bowl of Nana’s porridge. Saturday morning had become a familiar routine: drop Grandpa off at “the mysterious, big stone chapel”, run errands with Nana, make my way through the McDonald’s play place while Nana sipped on coffee with Gina the pilot, and then retrace our steps back to the chapel. Only when I was older did it begin to strike me as odd that my grandfather had been going to church on Saturday, a day early.
It turns out he was not there to worship. Instead, he was part of a group that would help convicted criminals get back on their feet. While his group provided food, shelter, and employment opportunities, for the most part he was there to talk to them about change. The diverse spectrum of individuals ranged from those with drug charges to, to others with battery charges, but he presented a message that they could all relate to.
The image of my very religious, yet often times comical grandfather, surrounded by ex-cons may have been hard to picture, but it was quite easy to understand. He possessed and would subsequently instil in myself two beliefs: the first being that everyone was capable of making wrong choices but that you should always try to “see the good in people”, and the second being that you should always help people.
Throughout my life, I have always strived to live by his advice which has been responsible for a subsequently sparked interest in criminal law. I’ve become intrigued by the idea of standing up for those who perhaps do not have the proper knowledge, voice, or means to do so themselves. ...........don’t really know where to go with it from there....
It turns out he was not there to worship. Instead, he was part of a group that would help convicted criminals get back on their feet. While his group provided food, shelter, and employment opportunities, for the most part he was there to talk to them about change. The diverse spectrum of individuals ranged from those with drug charges to, to others with battery charges, but he presented a message that they could all relate to.
The image of my very religious, yet often times comical grandfather, surrounded by ex-cons may have been hard to picture, but it was quite easy to understand. He possessed and would subsequently instil in myself two beliefs: the first being that everyone was capable of making wrong choices but that you should always try to “see the good in people”, and the second being that you should always help people.
Throughout my life, I have always strived to live by his advice which has been responsible for a subsequently sparked interest in criminal law. I’ve become intrigued by the idea of standing up for those who perhaps do not have the proper knowledge, voice, or means to do so themselves. ...........don’t really know where to go with it from there....