So my family is foreign. And that gives some Americans the superiority complex to tell us that we are not welcome in this country. It's a curious misnomer. "Land of the free, home of the brave", the "Melting pot", the "American Dream", the "Land of opportunity", etc... It's supposedly a country where people can come and make a new life for themselves.
So, according to certain rules and suggestions, I am moving all blogging of my time in service over to my new blog specifically dedicated to that purpose.
The first part of this process is deciding where you want to go and what you want to do. One of the main tricks to getting to the interview stage of the applications process is applying early.
In under 30 seconds I was on the ground wiggling with happiness, then running around the yard with my confused dog watching me as I did a happy dance. Wordless joy with undefined shrieks of happiness escaped me. The waiting was over. I had a plan. I had a direction. I had a purpose again. I knew what I wanted, and strangely enough what I longed for wanted me too.
That was where it turned from a "I want this for me" to a "I need to do this for others" feeling. And that's when I knew it was something I not only wanted to do, or could handle, but I needed to do it to give back to the world. I needed to use my skills and body and vigor to provide a service to others who needed it. I needed to learn how to give to others, to give myself and everything I am to other people, to help them.