looked like the type of man who had seen the worst humanity had to offer. In front of him was a box of fruits, his only means of income. He offered an array of strawberries, pineapples, and mango, his fruit looked better than any fruit in a grocery store, yet people never seemed to buy from him. Possibly because they were hardened by seeing beggars in worse conditions, but most likely because of his outward appearance. I never bought fruit from the man, his face is burned into my memory. I don’t know why I never gave him what I could, perhaps conditioning from the time of infancy that money is sacred, not to be shared? I don’t know, but what I do know is that I want to do right by man, I want to give back.
Theology is the subject I am planning to major in, a subject which sounds cringe worthy, after all, what can a person do with a degree in Theology anyway? Theology teaches us to be servants to God and to our neighbors, it teaches us about His will for us, but most importantly, it teaches students about Him.
After seeing the trials so many human beings go through, I want nothing more than to be a servant, someone who can alleviate some of their trials, by following in the footsteps of the saints before me. So, with my degree in Theology, I want to become a missionary sister.
This scholarship can help me achieve my goals because I wouldn’t have as much debt as I would without it. A sister has to take three oaths: obedience, chastity, and poverty. The main issue for most…