Inspirational Post.

       Inspiration is a funny thing. This past Monday, I was inspired. We had the blessing of having a real life survivor of the Holocaust visit OHS and share his story with us. If there was one thing I learned from his speech was the importance of family.
     I come from a family of strong hearted Itallians, who are often very hot headed. My grandparents use scheming to pull people from our family apart and keep themselves in the middle of the attention. In fact, my dad has not talked to two of his brothers for nearly five years now.
      It's sad to think that that part of our family is completly gone, even if they are their physically.  I invited them to my graduation hoping that they would all come together for a greater cause, only to see no reply. I wounder how long this feud will go on.
     Being in a family of six, I admit that I don't have the best relationship with all my siblings. My sister Christina, just came home from Italy, and all I could was yell at her for wearing my favorite shirt.
     The inspiring speech taught be not to be so materialistic and more rely on relationships with people instead of silly things like shirts. I plan on really trying to fix things with my sister instead of picking little fights. Maybe my parents will learn from me as well .

A little wordle.

Service Post. /Reflective Writing Number 1

What is service? 

I guess it varies for everyone, but for me I consider helping someone out to be one of the greatest services one could provide.

This past snow day  I was "serviced". I was at the 24- hour Biggby on campus. OHS students had a snow day. I didn't. I had an exam at five o'clock that day. So as any normal person, stress levels were rising.

 I was standing in line waiting to get my normal two shots of espresso. 

"...And i'll get her's too," said the customer in front of me as he handed his credit card to the barista. I blinked as I comprehended what was happening. Why would a total stranger do this? I don't mean to depict myself as a cynical person, but I was caught off guard by this act of kindness. I stuttered thank you and ordered my coffee. We then started talking, about all sorts of things. It turns out that for an entire year,  every day he did something nice for a stranger. He told me all about his beliefs in karma, and I was blown away. 

Now, I try and do the same thing. In fact  yesterday, I paid for the person behind me in the drive though.  I hope that these acts of kindness I will be doing this year will reflect service in the community.