Making a Difference in the World
To make a difference in this world I have to continue to help people, start making a difference in people’s lives, and make the world a better place one step at a time.
Ever since I was young I always wanted to help people. I wanted to make their lives better, which would usually make mine better too. If I ever saw someone hurt, or crying I would be the first one to go and try to help them. I don’t know if that was what my parents taught me, or if that was just the type of person I was supposed to be. But whatever it was, I always helped. I found pleasure from helping someone.
I remember in history class we would always read about people who did amazing things in their lives. Like Martin Luther King Jr, or Abraham Lincoln. How they persevered and kept going. That’s the way I want my life to be. I want to be remembered for making a difference. I don’t want it for the fame or the glory. It could even be something that made a very small difference but still impacted someone and I would be happy. I have tried to remember that my actions mean something in the long run. What kind of person do you want to be remembered as when your friends look back at Junior High and High school?
In elementary school I had a friend who got made fun of, and didn’t always fit in. One day my friend had told me about the bullying that was going on. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could someone go around tormenting someone the way they were? After my friend had told me about that I knew I had to do something. The bell rang for recess and I spotted the boy who had been bullying my friend. I walked right over there and told him that the things he was saying are hurtful. Then I told him he had to apologize. Ever since then, that bully never bullied my friend again. It felt good that I stood up for someone and made their school life a lot better. Since that experience I have always stood up for anyone who was getting bullied.
Making a difference not only helps the person who got
Ever since I was young I always wanted to help people. I wanted to make their lives better, which would usually make mine better too. If I ever saw someone hurt, or crying I would be the first one to go and try to help them. I don’t know if that was what my parents taught me, or if that was just the type of person I was supposed to be. But whatever it was, I always helped. I found pleasure from helping someone.
I remember in history class we would always read about people who did amazing things in their lives. Like Martin Luther King Jr, or Abraham Lincoln. How they persevered and kept going. That’s the way I want my life to be. I want to be remembered for making a difference. I don’t want it for the fame or the glory. It could even be something that made a very small difference but still impacted someone and I would be happy. I have tried to remember that my actions mean something in the long run. What kind of person do you want to be remembered as when your friends look back at Junior High and High school?
In elementary school I had a friend who got made fun of, and didn’t always fit in. One day my friend had told me about the bullying that was going on. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could someone go around tormenting someone the way they were? After my friend had told me about that I knew I had to do something. The bell rang for recess and I spotted the boy who had been bullying my friend. I walked right over there and told him that the things he was saying are hurtful. Then I told him he had to apologize. Ever since then, that bully never bullied my friend again. It felt good that I stood up for someone and made their school life a lot better. Since that experience I have always stood up for anyone who was getting bullied.
Making a difference not only helps the person who got