in armenia i feel responsible for my family, friends, neighbors, associates, and the community in large. perhaps it is such a small place that i am unable to walk by a situation without leaving at the very least a smile. perhaps because everything is mine... my country... where my ancestors walked... where my language was formed, where my poets, artists, and musicans created... maybe my genetic memory does not allow me to be indifferent... but i feel an overwhelming responsibility to this land. and i am so lucky to be here... to give and receive from this land.
i am not saying that i have much to offer, but i can handle the basics. making kids laugh, helping in-crisis families, being nice to the elderly... sitting next to a lonely person on a bench, helping those who need a financial push, helping people with their resumes, providing opportunities for work, providing insight to why armenia is a great place to live... and being nice to vendors are some of my favorite things to do. i try to do more... but what i receive back is beyond compare. i am so blessed.
this is nothing new. this was my character in the united states. from a very young age i remember fighting against animal cruelty, by 15 i was volunteering at the braille institute, a center for the visually impaired... and by 16 i was in a slew of non-profit organizations that i still belong to today. i believe it is a part of me.
what is new however... is that i have never been so fulfilled... i think it is because i am here on my land... living out my dream... of giving back to this world to my people... who really do need a break.
i think it is because no matter what i give... it will never amount to the payment i receive... all the smiles... today a baby fell asleep in my lap after i had taken him to the hospital (he is not doing well). his tiny hands and milk flavored breathe was enough to keep up my smile all day. and it is only 1:00 pm... think of all the miracles i have yet to experience.
i am sorry for being sappy... but i am so blessed to be here. i am blessed to wake up and be able to say bari louys to my city. i am blessed my city understands what bari louys means.
i am not saying that i have much to offer, but i can handle the basics. making kids laugh, helping in-crisis families, being nice to the elderly... sitting next to a lonely person on a bench, helping those who need a financial push, helping people with their resumes, providing opportunities for work, providing insight to why armenia is a great place to live... and being nice to vendors are some of my favorite things to do. i try to do more... but what i receive back is beyond compare. i am so blessed.
this is nothing new. this was my character in the united states. from a very young age i remember fighting against animal cruelty, by 15 i was volunteering at the braille institute, a center for the visually impaired... and by 16 i was in a slew of non-profit organizations that i still belong to today. i believe it is a part of me.
what is new however... is that i have never been so fulfilled... i think it is because i am here on my land... living out my dream... of giving back to this world to my people... who really do need a break.
i think it is because no matter what i give... it will never amount to the payment i receive... all the smiles... today a baby fell asleep in my lap after i had taken him to the hospital (he is not doing well). his tiny hands and milk flavored breathe was enough to keep up my smile all day. and it is only 1:00 pm... think of all the miracles i have yet to experience.
i am sorry for being sappy... but i am so blessed to be here. i am blessed to wake up and be able to say bari louys to my city. i am blessed my city understands what bari louys means.
posted by Madlene at 1:14 PM
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