What are the characteristics of caring people? Describe a time when you have experienced caring people. What made them stand out? How did they influence you?
How would you define a caring person? Is it someone that takes care of you when you are sick, promises to keep you safe, or is available in times of need? Care is an action of interpretation, and can be carried out in a variety of ways to staggering extents. I encountered a form of care that not all children have the opportunity to experience, different from parents as they nurture you daily and unlike a teacher when she clarifies a math problem. A more overwhelming feeling, unable to be put into words my camp counselors were my best friends, mentors and role models. At such a young age, it's hard being away from home but my counselors created a new sense of belonging. Returning to Camp Highlander each year sanctioned my love for the mountain to grow. In the cabin unit, my counselor constructed an irreplaceable bond, like a sisterhood. They created memories that will last a lifetime with people I'll never forget. From the age of nine, I had a dream and it may have been one that seemed insignificant at the time, but if I knew if I could be even half the person that my counselors were for me, I would be doing something amazing. They inspired me by filling me with memories and positive experiences and passing on the drive to do the same. As opening day approached, began thinking 'what if they don't like me, how would I compare to my counselors?' I knew that I was taking on a challenge, but surely not one that I couldn't conquer. I was embracing responsibilities like never before; the lives of these children were now in my hands.
I got to know these girls as if they were my little sisters and I immediately was attached. They made me laugh and made me work; they made me stronger and made me gifts. I still was unsure of the impact I was making until one day it became rather apparent. Hannah ran up behind me and pulled me aside, her eyes filled with tears. My heart melted to see her sad and as her chin quivered she broke down, Hannah opened up to me about the emotional hardship she was experiencing. As she confined in me she also asked about my life at the cruel age of twelve. I noticed when she cried, I cried. I felt her pain and sorrow and I wanted to find a way to take it away. After a long talk, that night I discovered a note on my bed, it read: "thank you for being there, it meant so much, I love you." That was when I finally realized, I made a difference and she cared. The way I affected Hannah has done more for me than she will ever know. I now realize the impact I can make, and "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."- Carl W. Buechner.
How would you define a caring person? Is it someone that takes care of you when you are sick, promises to keep you safe, or is available in times of need? Care is an action of interpretation, and can be carried out in a variety of ways to staggering extents. I encountered a form of care that not all children have the opportunity to experience, different from parents as they nurture you daily and unlike a teacher when she clarifies a math problem. A more overwhelming feeling, unable to be put into words my camp counselors were my best friends, mentors and role models. At such a young age, it's hard being away from home but my counselors created a new sense of belonging. Returning to Camp Highlander each year sanctioned my love for the mountain to grow. In the cabin unit, my counselor constructed an irreplaceable bond, like a sisterhood. They created memories that will last a lifetime with people I'll never forget. From the age of nine, I had a dream and it may have been one that seemed insignificant at the time, but if I knew if I could be even half the person that my counselors were for me, I would be doing something amazing. They inspired me by filling me with memories and positive experiences and passing on the drive to do the same. As opening day approached, began thinking 'what if they don't like me, how would I compare to my counselors?' I knew that I was taking on a challenge, but surely not one that I couldn't conquer. I was embracing responsibilities like never before; the lives of these children were now in my hands.
I got to know these girls as if they were my little sisters and I immediately was attached. They made me laugh and made me work; they made me stronger and made me gifts. I still was unsure of the impact I was making until one day it became rather apparent. Hannah ran up behind me and pulled me aside, her eyes filled with tears. My heart melted to see her sad and as her chin quivered she broke down, Hannah opened up to me about the emotional hardship she was experiencing. As she confined in me she also asked about my life at the cruel age of twelve. I noticed when she cried, I cried. I felt her pain and sorrow and I wanted to find a way to take it away. After a long talk, that night I discovered a note on my bed, it read: "thank you for being there, it meant so much, I love you." That was when I finally realized, I made a difference and she cared. The way I affected Hannah has done more for me than she will ever know. I now realize the impact I can make, and "They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel."- Carl W. Buechner.
