The Power of Children

by t.keefer / 13. April 2015 18:52

As I was getting ready to head into my volunteer year, I was pretty excited at the chance to work in a parochial elementary school. My own experience as a student in a parochial elementary was awesome, and I wanted to see what it was like from the other side, as a teacher. Little did I know that working in a grade school would be one of the most joyous experiences of my life.

 

This has been a tough year for my family, and being away from them has not been easy. Two of the biggest male influences of my life, my uncle and grandfather passed away within four months of each other. My uncle’s death was early in my volunteer year, September, and just as it seemed I was beginning to get comfortable at St. Augustine’s in Andover, I found myself on a train home wondering if I was going to be able to continue this year knowing the rest of my family would be miles and miles away mourning. On my first day back at school after being home for two weeks, I wasn’t sure what to expect and was nervous that the students would not respond well to my absence. I kept thinking to myself, “Should I be here right now?” My mom had just lost her youngest sibling and I wanted to be able to comfort her as much as I could. As these thoughts pondered in my head on the ride to work that morning, my answer came within a matter of seconds as soon as I walked into the schoolyard for morning prayer. A second grader named Emma ran up to me and immediately threw her arms around me as she shouted “Mr. Keefer I missed you!” She was quickly followed by a high-pitched voiced that came from a kindergartener named Kendall as she said “I’m so glad you’re back!” After her there was Sophia and Ben from first grade, Lauren from third grade, all the eighth grade boys whom I try to influence the best way I possibly can as they look up to me as a role model, and countless other students who made me feel right at home. That 15 minute period in the school yard before morning prayer took place completely erased any doubts I had about not continuing my volunteer year. It also would make my Grandfather’s passing that much more bearable.

 

The power of children is indescribable. They look at the world with such wonder, such beauty, such excitement. I find myself learning more and more from them each day than them learning from me. As soon as I walk into that school yard each morning, my mood is instantly changed positively and any tiredness is quickly turned into high energy. The students at St. Augustine have changed my life and I hope that when my year is over, they remember me well because they will be in my thoughts and heart for the rest of my life. 

 

Tom Keefer

Lawrence, MA 2014-2015

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Kissing Dirt

by k.vanspankeren / 30. March 2015 22:25

Recently I began practicing an equally beautiful and difficult part of my day, the “Heroic Minute.” In these few moments of the morning, Saint Jose Maria Escriva challenges us to conquer our flesh by winning the first battle of the day: getting out of bed. When my alarm sounds, I do my best to sit up, recite my daily prayer to St. Rose of Lima, and get out of bed and onto my hands and knees to kiss the floor. In kissing the floor I am reminded that Jesus walked the very same ground that I am touching with my lips. I am moved to gratefulness; I am moved to service. I am humbled at the very beginnings of my day.

I have kissed a lot of floors in the past few months. From Madison, Wisconsin to Chicago, to crazy places on a family RV trip, and all the way to South America, I have been pursing God in this journey of mortification. I fail more times than none, but Blessed Mother Teresa reminds us that we are not called to be successful; we are called to be faithful.

I have even kissed a variety of floors here in Chulucanas. The floor at the obispado where we stayed for a week was clean and cold; the one in my current bedroom in our community home is dusted with crumbs and holes like craters. In between these in the month of February, I had the great privilege and joy to live with a family. Pelao, Socorro, Anabel, y Rafaela welcomed me with hearts wide open and an amazing generosity I had never experienced before. I soon found myself in this foreign, intimidating place with new, caring family. I found myself with love.

Love in these days with the Mendoza’s also meant something very new to me: kissing dirt. The floor in my bedroom was the same floor that extended outside the walls of my home. My floor was dirt. When I first went to get on my hands and knees and put my face to the ground, I stopped in awe. I was shocked. I was confused. I was scared. This moment is only an example of the various times I have felt this way in Peru. From buying raw chicken from a woman on the street, to understanding the Peruvian school system as a teacher, to building a new life with two strangers-turned-community-members, I am uncomfortable to say the least. No matter how many times I do it, transition is hard for me. It’s like kissing dirt.

I think God asks us to kiss the dirt. He asks us to intimately embrace the exigent, the daunting, the painful, because He is inviting us to greatness. He offers to teach us real joy that comes through suffering, through getting uncomfortable, awkward, and vulnerable. In this way, He encourages us to know and trust His Son. I am recently trying to greet God with a smiling heart in all these circumstances, for I feel His strong and gentle hands holding me through these mysterious challenges. I also know that the day arrives when you become grateful for the dirt. The day arrives when the dirt becomes beautiful. The dirt becomes love. It may even become your home.

Kristin Van Spankeren

Chulucanas, Peru, 2015

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Comfort zone? Where?

by a.macdonald / 22. March 2015 22:30

My heart was beating fast. My hands were clammy. I was caught up in my own thoughts. 

These are all symptoms, I have discovered, of being outside of my comfort zone. Some people hate these feelings, some thrive off of them. I find myself somewhere in the middle. I love putting myself in new situations as it is an opportunity to learn, but I am always concerned how I am doing. These symptoms first showed up during my phone interview a year ago with the Augustinian Volunteers. The interview must have gone well because in August, I was off to a new city with new roommates and a new job. My comfort zone was nowhere to be seen. My heart was racing on the way to the airport, until I heard the comfort of my favorite song, Let it Be. It immediately reminded me to welcome the new change and embrace my decision to stray from the norm. 

The symptoms quickly disappeared when my roommates went from strangers to friends.  Don't get me wrong, we still took a while to get to know each other, but these girls have undoubtedly seen me at my most vulnerable, something that I normally try to avoid around new people.  While we were getting used to our jobs and being away from home we relied heavily on each other for support. It was comforting knowing there were people near that were going through the same process as me. 

I wasn't surprised to feel my heart race and my mind wander the morning of my first day at work. Starting a new job is intimidating for most people. ADROP has been an incredible experience for me. From day one I have felt welcome and appreciated for the work that I do. Not everyone is so lucky. 

Last Sunday I found these symptoms resurface. It was an average Sunday, the girls and I found ourselves at 7pm mass but something was different. Something was causing my hear to race, my hands to get clammy. I was a going to be a lector for the first time. I could have finished my year in the comfort of the pew we sit in each week. I could continue with my normal routine at work without pushing myself to make an impact. I could have kept a happy-go-lucky facade around my roommates to avoid being vulnerable. Yet I do none of these things. I find myself somewhere in the middle of loving and hating being outside of my comfort zone. It is out here that I learn and grow most. It is out here that I find the strength in my faith and presence of God.

Abby MacDonald

Philadelphia, PA 2014-2015

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Help! My Rabbits Are Still Peeing Blood.

by m.mccormick / 8. March 2015 18:54

It’s a Friday, and the phones are ringing like mad. It seems everyone in Ojai Valley has a crisis, and my boss Karen has been shooting all over town in the Ferrari (nickname of her rickety Ford pickup), doing her best to put out the fires.

 

We’re holding down the fort at the Community Assistance Program (the only social services site in the valley), but there's a full moon tonight and things are reaching critical mass. There are no slow days in social work, but this one is extra hectic – our clients face evictions, medical emergencies, and other calamities.

 

Karen is the captain of this ship, and she’s trained her crew well. That being said, we’re rudderless without her, and it shows as we scramble to get our passengers into the right lifeboats.

 

Todd’s balancing two food boxes on his shoulders, tiptoeing over the toddlers who play on the floor by Alicia, who’s filling out a rental assistance form in Spanish for the mom, who’s handing birth certificate copies to Whitney, who’s sprinting past Paula, who’s pacifying a full waiting-room… who all want to know, is Karen in yet???

 

The phone rings – it’s Karen! 

 

“Hi, Mick-Mack!” she shouts. 

 

Something’s happening with a Vietnam vet, a refrigerator, and a bag of tomatoes… but there’s a siren in the background and I don’t quite get it all.

 

“Back in a while,” she says.

 

In the meantime, we offer everyone the chance to leave a note with name, number and message on Karen’s desk, with the promise that we will consult and help as soon as possible. Some understand, others are disappointed.

 

One of the harsher truths at a walk-in center is that not every emergency has a same-day fix, but I try to remember what Karen says – “We didn’t cause the problem, Mick-Mack, we just do our best to help fix it.”

 

So I press on, knowing that we’ll do just that. It’s late in the day when our fearless leader finally walks through the door and hugs us all.

 

“Wow,” she says of the messages on her desk. She won’t get to them all in the half-hour remaining, but she flips through anyway. The notes are serious – people need help with food stamps, tuition, funeral services, etc. Then, a single note at the bottom sends Karen into a fall-down riot. 

 

No name. No number. Just this: “Karen, Help! My rabbits are still peeing blood.”

 

The stress of the day combined with the absurdity of the message puts us all into hysterics. What rabbits? Why are they still peeing blood??? 

 

As it turns out, the message was from someone who heard about our ARF grant (animal rescue fund), and would make total sense within the proper context.

 

But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that these people I work with are special souls –they can weather the storm of every desperate circumstance, use every God-given talent to solve our clients’ crises, and still, at the end of the day, have the lightness of heart to find humor in the absurd.

 

I wouldn’t want to be serving anywhere else.

 

Mikey McCormick

Ventura, CA 2014-2015

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Inspiration (ft. Ariana Grande)

by d.callahan / 7. March 2015 16:55

As a teacher, my goal in life is to never stop learning. I certainly have not stopped learning since I’ve arrived in San Diego, and quite frankly I have gotten more than my moneys worth in life lessons since arriving in California six months ago.  

 

Working at a Catholic school and living in community provides more than its fair share of funny stories, triumphs, and challenges, along with some ah-ha moments sprinkled in.  When presented with the assignment of blogging it was extremely difficult to pin down what I wanted to write about.  After some internal deliberation I decided to write about a seemingly small moment that has inspired me to be a better teacher and a better person.

 

It happened in the teachers’ lunchroom one day. All 7 of us teachers sat in our usual spots around the oval table and chatted as we usually do at lunchtime.  Somehow the conversation turned to Ariana Grande (I know this may sound strange, but just stick with me here). For those of you not familiar with Ariana Grande, she is a pop singer (I think!).  It was then that one of my co-workers, Molly, mentioned how she didn’t really like Ariana Grande. She did not go on a rant, but simply said made a small comment about her. One of my fellow teachers, Debbie, looked puzzled and asked , “hey, wait...who is Ariana Grande?” After we explained that she was a singer, Debbie replied with relief, saying “Oooh, okay. At first I thought Ariana might have been one of our students, but I knew she couldn’t be because I’ve never heard Molly speak badly about a student.”

 

Wow.

 

Again, I know that still may not seem like a profound or life-changing moment, but in that moment I was taken aback. As a teacher it is just about inevitable that you will become frustrated with a student, or have to vent and spill your frustrations with other teachers. But, in all of Debbie’s years working with Molly, not one time has she heard her say a negative thing about a student. Debbie’s comment made me really take a look at myself and what kind of person and teacher I want to be.  When people ask about me, what would they say? Would they be this shocked if they heard me speak badly about someone? 

 

I have come to see God in co-workers such as Molly and take time to notice their overwhelming love and concern for their students. I see her hug each student as they walk in each day, and hug each one as they leave. In her eyes, no student is a nuisance, or a burden but a child who needs love and encouragement, regardless of their behavior or temperament.  

 

In a world where is it easy to give in, to gossip, to get frustrated, it is refreshing to see and feel God’s love in such an apparent way through Molly and others. It is little moments like these that have shaped this year into a year of seeing God’s love in the most unexpected places.   

 

Danielle Callahan

San Diego, CA 2014-2015

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Belonging to Each Other

by a.rowland / 16. February 2015 12:13

Before I became an Augustinian Volunteer, I held the belief that I would be a champion at community. After all, I lived with my 5 best friends. That is 5 girls who have 5 different personalities and we all still liked each other by the end of it. Doesn’t that make me an expert on community?

Even though I was warned and asked so many questions pertaining to community life in my interviews and conversations with others, I still thought I had a handle on the whole concept. I know, now you’re expecting me to go into a full-blown rant about how hard it’s been and how much I love and hate my community members at the same time (Don’t worry Brittany and Tom…that’s not where I’m going).

Don’t get me wrong, community life hasn’t been easy. Brittany and Tom were strangers to me, and frankly, they could have remained that way. But something really cool happened that I can’t exactly explain when we all walked into this unknown life together. We gave up the selfish parts of ourselves. We decided that we were going to try to do this as a team, try to make ourselves a “community,” whatever that came to mean to us. We were forced to go from “me” to “we” as Fr. Joe told us at orientation. And though we had fair warning of the scope of it all, community inevitably seeped into every aspect of our lives. 

So, community to us has come to mean nightly dinners (most of the time…), 5th grade boys basketball games, Christmas pageants, 7th and 8th grade dances, Thanksgiving morning at a soup kitchen, Thanksgiving dinner at a distant relative’s house, 90 inches of snow (and counting), 2 prayers a week (again, most of the time…), and all of the little and big stuff in between. Mostly, though, we’ve learned how to help and support each other through the hard stuff, and laugh together through the good stuff. 

From all that good stuff and bad stuff, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’ve learned how to give myself to others, whether I’ve known them for years or for days. I’ve realized the importance of maintaining the relationships that matter the most to me and that caring, truly caring about someone else’s well-being can mean the world to both parties involved. And these lessons can be applied to much more than just myself and my two community members. 

I stumbled across a quote the other day that I think speaks to our need for community in the world. Mother Teresa said, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” On both the grandest and smallest scales, we simply live for and with each other. I truly believe that acting as though we are a global, or national, or state-wide, or even neighborhood-sized community can change everything. 

I think back to the moments this year that I’ve struggled. I think to my stresses about my job search and my difficulty adjusting to life here, and I immediately think of the ways my community supported me through those times. I had two people willing to be invested in my struggles too. I have a support system, a place to bounce my crazy ideas off of, two friends to talk with about the issues that really matter. And I would be incredibly disappointed if this setting was the only place I could ever find that. 

Don’t get me wrong, I might be able to do it on my own. It would take longer, maybe hurt more, and certainly be more draining. I think much of our society today believes they can do it on their own. But isn’t it more beautiful when we don’t have to? 

I know that I can’t change the way society works. I know most people I encounter have no idea what an “intentional community” is. But for the sake of my own well-being, I believe I’ll carry the lessons I’ve learned and the support I’ve both given and received on with me in the future because it would certainly be a shame if this was the only setting I was able to find a feeling like this one. 

Amy Rowland
Lawrence, MA 2014-2015 

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Where Are My Clients?

by r.mccarty / 8. February 2015 21:13

I am a member of the Chicago community and am serving at Catholic Charities as an intake and outreach worker for the Family Case Management Program. The program works to help low-income pregnant women and infants remain healthy while connecting them with resources related to housing, employment, education, food, and clothing. 

Although I had no formal training in social work, before coming to Chicago I naively assumed my previous volunteer experience with at-risk populations would adequately prepare me for the work I was to do at my service site. I couldn’t have been more wrong. 

In previous volunteer experiences, I had taken for granted the very basic fact that those I was serving were physically present and actively involved. On service break trips throughout college, each week was meticulously organized with maximum possible educational opportunities and interactions between volunteers and the served populations. We were constantly meeting new people and were always graciously received by each unique community. Similarly, during weekly school service experiences throughout high school and college, the children I was helping or tutoring were always conveniently ready and willing to be served. 

It seems silly to write about having the population you’re serving easily accessible and physically available. However, I’ve learned during my time at Catholic Charities that this luxury is not one to be taken for granted. My biggest challenge thus far at my service site has not been the routine day to day assessments, paper work, or research done for clients, but rather the difficulty of physically locating those mothers and infants who could greatly benefit from our program. 

Our office is located in the basement of a WIC nutrition center (Women, Infants, and Children federally funded food supplement program), and we receive many of our referrals of pregnant women and infants directly from upstairs. Best case scenario: the referral would have an active phone number and a current stable address. Realistic scenario: the referral would have a disconnected phone number and an outdated address. As the outreach worker, I am responsible for finding these clients not only because they are eligible, but because being in our program could make a significant difference in their or their baby’s life. 

I attempt to promote our program and enroll clients through phone calls, letters, and cold visits (arriving unannounced to the listed address after previously failed contact attempts). Some weeks the clients are very receptive and answer the phone on the first try. Other weeks I may spend solely in my car driving to different houses, desperately hoping for someone to answer the door. Those kinds of weeks have been particularly difficult for me because I feel such a strong desire to help these women, but I can’t due to the simple fact that I can’t locate them. 

Not having clients physically present has proven to be one unforeseen challenge for which I don’t think other service experiences could have prepared me. However, this challenge has helped me become a more patient and determined volunteer. It has also has taught me the importance of being compassionate, generous, and emotionally present for those clients who genuinely do want to participate in the program. It has made me realize that serving others takes more drive and tenacity; more optimism and creativity; and more kindness and patience than I ever knew I had. 

Rosie McCarty

Chicago, IL 2014-2015

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Who's Teaching Who?

by m.madden / 27. January 2015 21:19

For the past five months, I have been volunteering at Our Mother of Sorrows/St. Ignatius school in West Philadelphia, working as a teachers aide in the first grade classroom. The school is made up of two campuses only a mile apart, grades 5-8 are at Our Mother of Sorrows, while Pre-K through 4 are at St. Ignatius. The school provides underprivileged families with a quality, faith-based education for their children. One of the main goals of the school is to encourage its students to achieve their greatest potential in a world that has offered them less than most, which I’ve observed to be absolutely remarkable. 

Growing up, my parents always reminded me of how grateful I should be for what God has given to me in my life and appreciating all that I have. Yet, it was not until this year that I fully understood this concept and how fortunate I am. The students I work with every day are like any other kids. They are full of energy, personality, hope, and love. They look forward to recess and dread spelling tests. They tattle, they have tantrums, and they whine. But most importantly, they have dreams. My job is to encourage them to achieve those dreams. It seems like a small task, but for these kids encouragement and praise is a rarity. 

One moment I had with one of my students is one that will stick with me forever. She was having a hard time focusing and I was admittedly getting frustrated with her stubborn attitude. Once my voice expressed this frustration, she broke down in tears. Without looking up from her hands that sat in her lap, she asked if she could talk to me in the hallway. Closing the classroom door behind us, I knelt down to her level and asked her what was wrong, to which she responded “I didn’t sleep much last night. My little brother had a nightmare and my mom wasn’t home because sometimes she gets sad and has us stay with my grandma.” In response, I just took her hands and told her what a great sister she is to her brother and apologized for any agitation I may have shown her. That’s when she reactively hugged me and told me she loved me. I wasn’t sure what was more heart-wrenching; the fact that this 6 year old girl holds so much responsibility at home or how grateful she was for me to listen to what she had to say.  

I cannot begin to explain the impact this experience has had on my self-growth and view of the world. I knew coming into this year of service, I would be venturing outside my comfort zone, however I had no idea how incredible it would be. Seeing the hope and enthusiasm in my students’ faces every day serves as a constant reminder of why I’m here and further assures me I’m making a difference. 

I go to work to teach my students, when in reality my students teach me.

 

Mary Beth Madden

Philadelphia, PA 2014-2015

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Living out the "CREED"

by m.lynch / 21. January 2015 02:39

Over the past four months, I have been serving as a Registered Nurse at Village Family Health Center, a federally-funded medical clinic located within St. Vincent de Paul Village in San Diego.  Our clinic provides free medical care and countless supportive services to both its residents and to people who experience the dehumanization of homelessness.  I feel so immensely grateful for this opportunity, which has allowed me to grow not only has a nurse, but even more so as a person as I strive each day to live out the Village’s mission, known as the “CREED”- to promote Compassion, Respect, Empathy, Empowerment, & Dignity within the lives of the people it serves.    

I will never forget the feeling that twisted in my stomach during one of my first shifts as Triage Nurse in the hectic waiting room where I am responsible for prioritizing the patients who seek medical care on a walk-in basis. I was conducting my initial assessment and interview with a patient not much older than myself, when I asked her “Where are you currently living?” and she replied while staring at her feet, “In the canyon near 30th street”.  I would soon come to learn that she is just one of the 8,506 individuals who experiences homelessness in San Diego each day- the 4th leading homeless population in the nation.  

Among those individuals are forgotten veterans. Teens that have aged out of foster care or who have been emancipated from abusive parents.  They are mothers and fathers.  Nearly half of this population is comprised of families with young children. They are victims of domestic violence. They are refugees. They suffer from physically and mentally disabling conditions.  Some self-medicate layers upon layers of emotional and physical wounds that have been inflicted by years of living on the streets.  Some are college graduates.  44% in fact uphold jobs and earn wages, yet still cannot escape the vicious cycle of poverty and injustice.  Some have had their loved ones and caretakers stripped of them due to deportation.  They are vulnerable, marginalized, fearful, and frustrated.  Some children have been raised amidst crisis and crowded emergency shelters; while another’s descent into homelessness was a journey they could never have foreseen. No two stories which led them to their situation are the same. They are my patients.  They are my brothers and sisters.  And I feel so blessed to now call many of them my friends.

Some days I feel incredible frustration when faced with the reality of the injustices which imprison my patients and friends.  How can I empower my patients to be self-sustaining when simple instructions to clean their hands with soap and running water prior to performing wound care at home is too unrealistic because their home is a stolen shopping cart tied up to the bottom of an overpass? How can I promote healthy diet choices in a newly diagnosed diabetic patient when the security of their next meal is never guaranteed? As a nurse, I am frustrated by the obstacles which prevent my patients and friends from leading healthy, dignified lives, and especially when I struggle to enter into true solidarity with them in light of my undeniable privilege. However, their faces and unique stories will continue to source my passion to advocate for them while extending the “CREED” both inside and outside the walls of St. Vincent de Paul.   

 

Maureen Lynch 

San Diego, CA 2014-2015 

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Advent Week 4: Anything is possible with God

by Alumni / 17. December 2014 22:26

“For nothing will be impossible for God”. This is a powerful quote from the Gospel reading for this fourth Sunday of Advent. As the angel Gabriel tells Mary that she will become pregnant with Jesus she is reminded that though this may seem beyond the realm of possibility, God can make anything a reality, even a virgin birth. Mary accepts this guidance from Gabriel and opens her heart up to God’s will and His plan for her. 

 

Mary's trust in this Gospel is so beautiful to me because it is unconditional. She doesn't demand to have everything spelled out for her. She is strong and faithful enough to accept God's plan with what is given to her. This struck a very personal chord with me because I often find it so difficult to do this. Instead of letting God work through me and reveal Himself to me in His time, I choose instead to stress and work myself up trying to find my perfect plan. In the end this rarely leaves me more enlightened, just more frantic and less satisfied.

 

This Advent season offers us all the opportunity to take a step back and let God unfold what He has in mind for us. Like Mary we are called to listen and accept, even though we may not have all the answers, even though His plan may be unlike anything we had ever envisioned for ourselves before. We are reminded through the gift of His son this season that He will always be there for us, looking out for His children and guiding us toward what is right for us. We can be free to relax and trust in Him, knowing that this trust makes anything possible. 

 

Diana Giunta

AV Alum, Chicago 2012-2013

 

Questions for further reflection:

 

What are some areas of your life where you are struggling to trust God?

 

What are some ways that God has revealed God's plan to you?

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