Growing up, my dad and I would go on road trips to see family. On those trips there was the occasional fighting on whose music to play, gas stop slrupees, and deep conversations; one particular conversation however changed the mission of my life and my mission became to help women and children who suffered from domestic/child abuse.
Somewhere out there while I lay in my bed worrying about my grades and papers, there is a woman laying in her bed worrying about what will happen to her once her boyfriend comes home. So many emotions engender in me to think of a small child hidden in a closet, having sheer fear become part of their daily routine.
I have yet to volunteer in a domestic abuse shelter due my age; I’m too young to work in a shelter. When I turn 18 that will change. I look forward to aiding women and equip them with the confidence as well as the care and the love their abuser has torn from them; especially to children who haven’t had that in their childhood. I know that I can’t control the evil of mankind to completely end domestic/child abuse nevertheless that won’t restrict me from having my hand out to victims. I have and will continue to advocate change in society and bring this issue to light.