I have chosen the social work profession as my career choice because I have spent over half of my life serving others in a variety of positions. My desire is to help others as a social worker, has moved beyond …show more content…
Through my experience I’ve found children and the aging population to be the most vulnerable, and I would be honored to serve either population. As a social worker I hope to be the voice for those who cannot speak and for those whose voice is so low that it remains unheard. Upon receiving my LCSW I would like to go into private practice to offer counseling services to children and families.
I have had my own personal experiences with reaching out to others and asking for help. The most memorable incident occurred when I lost my daddy in 2014. I had talked with my daddy about my decision to go back to school and he was so proud of my decision and supported me 100%. I started in January, the spring semester of 2014, and this was both the happiest and saddest time in my life. My daddy became ill and was facing several health issues after having a stroke in 2007. But just as the semester started, my daddy’s health started to rapidly decline. I went to my supervisor (who happened to have her BSW) and explained to her my situation and asked her, “Where do I go from here?” As I cried from both pain and frustration, immediately all her …show more content…
I met a family of four that lived in my community and the family lived on a fixed income of about $700/month, both children were in diapers and the mother was unemployed. As I got to know this family, I realized they were doing the best with what they had, but meeting the basic needs of the children was difficult for them at times. I noticed that the children’s clothes were sometimes torn and too small, and the little boy’s shoes appeared to be too small as well. One day in conversation with the father he expressed to me that he was behind on the light bill and their power was going to be turned off within the next week. I talked with him and asked if he had family of friends that could possibly assist him in paying the light bill; he said that he would ask around and see if anyone could help him. Later that week, I picked the mother and children up for an appointment and watched as the mother struggled to find clothes that fit her children and put her son’s shoes on because they were too small. The child tried his best to her, but from the frown on his face and the way he was walking, it was evident his shoes were too small. I’d heard the father mention on a couple of occasions that he was going the next week to buy his son some shoes, but a couple of weeks had passed and the child was still wearing the too little shoes. As I got ready to