I
have always wanted to help children. Not necessarily as a teacher or a parent but
as just someone who cares about what is going on with their lives. I especially
want to work the teens that are in that stage of life where they feel the world
is crashing in on them. They tend to be
afraid to tell their friends and family because their worried about making them
happy and not disappointing them. I want to develop a place where they can go
and get these thoughts and worries off of their chests without worrying or
angering the people they care about. And if they need something more that needs
to be specialized, I want to point them in the right direction. Not force them
to get the attention they need but give the strength to go on their own with
all the pressure and fear that can come from the need for help but the
uncertainty of where to go.
Besides
helping teens I want everyone to understand that being happy and being sad go
hand in hand. That just because something sad happens, it shouldn’t take over
their life. I want to help these people, friends, family, people I don’t even
know that when sad things happen; mourn, grieve, whatever outlet helps you, but
don’t let it consume you. Let that sadness be the amplifier for when joy and
happiness come back into their lives. There is nothing wrong with being happy
and I want everyone that I meet an get to know understand that.
Most
important to me that when they think of me, I want them to smile. I don’t want
anyone to mourn for me to long and that I loved living. That I even if I never said
what was exactly on mind and times I still made my point across. I want people
to remember that it didn’t matter who anyone was to, that I would be more than
happy to share a smile and a listening ear to anyone. I want to leave behind a
better world than the one I came into. Whether it’s by giving a smile to
someone who needs it or just a listening ear. I would be content to be a
passing thought in someone’s mind on a quiet Sunday morning. That’s more than
enough for me.
Though
she wished to linger
A
while more
She
has gone and left
Leaving
but memories
Her
gently smile and
Warm
hands
Forever
giving
Silent
by words
But
with thunderous action
Her
memory lives
They
linger on as
She
wished
In
many hearts and minds
For
a time in sorrow
But
forever remembered
With
Joy.
Samantha,
ReplyDeleteGood post! This is the first time that I've heard your interest in working with teens. This is great! It seems to be a deep passion.
Social work? Therapist? Counselor?
There are many roads to this. Try to think of how you can start on that path. Maybe you could work at a summer camp? Maybe you can intern at a center that does art therapy. Try to start now.
I think you'll like it and thrive in it!
GR: 95