I love helping people. It is what I want to do for a job. The only problem is my heart truly aches for people who have been through terrible things. I took Sociology of the family last semester and teared up at least 3 times and full out cried once. A girl in my class was part of a group presentation about abuse. She told of being molested by her step grandfather from the time she was 2 YEARS old to the time she was 14. Let me say that again from the age of 2 to 14. When she told this story I couldn't help but cry. He actually molested 8 of her cousins and got her 15 year old cousin pregnant. How is this girl going to go on and lead a normal life? How could she possible feel safe in the arms of a man? HOW could her innocence be robbed of her? She is a stronger person then I will ever be. I went up after class and just hugged her and told her how impressed I was of her strength.
After going home and thinking of all the terrible things that are in the world I wondered if I would ever be able to get over the shock of these types of things. Then I thought I certainly don't want to be desensitized. I never want to hear of someone who has been through awful things and just think well your a dime a dozen (I know I'd never think that heartless.. but you get my point). Then thinking a little more and talking it out I realized I could get to a point where I would be able to morn with them (can't think of a better word then morn) and then get down to business... the helping with the healing. I love my major because I surrounded by people who just want to help others. We're learning together how to help people... that's pre freakin awesome if you ask me. I love that even though I'm hearing a lot of terriable things I then have such good people around me that just want to make things better.
sorry if you read and found it wasn't all that interesting.. this is all.