A Reflection Of The Universal Declaration Of Human Rights

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I have done many community services. Throughout the summer and I volunteered at a Cowtober on October 8, 2016, at Fair Oaks farm. I volunteered at the food pantry in Rensselaer and donated books to the Saint Joseph’s College library. The experience as a volunteer gave me the greatest gift. The joy of giving others and making their lives better. One of my absolute favorite lectures of all four years of Saint Joe was Maia Hawthorne’s lecture of the Declaration of Human Rights. I was amazed by this declaration established in 1948. The year that the declaration was made riveted my core with happiness. It is part of my dream now to participate in the Declaration of Human Rights. I love it so much. I look at it time and time again when I open my …show more content…
This lecture impacts me because it is about the rights of all humans. I love coexisting with other religions, ethnicities, dialects, communities, and genders. I love hearing stories of people pushing the oppression of their identity. It brings me faith to humanity. I remember writing down a quote from Hawthorne’s lecture about a woman who attended the event of Global Ethic. A member who was among thousands of others and state that “a fantastic array of human diversity: all with a deep respect for those who are different, with a sense of being deeply connected to the desire for peace,” (Hawthorne, 9.07.2016). I reflect this back to my volunteer work of Cowtober and before. I worked in a food pantry in Rensselaer. I donated my books to Robinson Memorial Library because that are for students who cannot purchase books on time for their classes. I want to serve others. It is my passion and my drive. I love the book by Shaka Senghor who reflected deeply on his past and invests so much for his future. I am in deep respect for this man who saw horrors of the streets and prison and came out changed. He did this for his son. I am volunteering for my future children. “Even amid the pain, fear, and destruction I had experienced and inflicted in these streets, there was still hope. And still is,” (Senghor

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