Top Voted Community Service Articles

As an immigrant I have had the opportunity to view the world through many lenses. When I lived in Venezuela I was aware that many people suffered and had to struggle to sustain their families. Arriving in the United States, I knew that I would not... (more »)

“Ga, na, da, ra.” They recite in unison as I point to the intricate ­Korean alphabets. Hmm … too easy? Facing the whiteboard, I carefully form a word incorporating these ­elaborate characters, crossing my fingers for someone to shout... (more »)

I’ve never organized a food drive. I’ve never spent a weekend at a soup kitchen, dishing out food. I’ve never gone on one of my church’s many mission trips. I’ve never been that girl, the one who goes across the world making a difference... (more »)

For many years, it was too difficult for him to talk about – the ghetto, the gas chambers, the smell of burning flesh, his childhood completely shattered in a matter of days. Irving Roth, a survivor of the genocide during World War II, was... (more »)

Today I was at the mall waiting for friends, when a lady wearing a knit hat and a sweater came up to me and, shivering, said, “I’m homeless. Would you mind buying me some food?” In that split second, everything I’d learned since... (more »)

I am fortunate to have witnessed my fair share of breathtaking moments, moments that have shaken my world and broadened my perspective. These snippets in time seem to shatter reality and force me to question my beliefs, opinions, and most... (more »)

As I walked to the mailbox with my dad, I saw something drop from a tree. I couldn't tell what it was, so I kept my eyes on the spot as we approached. It was a baby bird, fallen from its nest. It had long, awkward wings and feet, and eyes... (more »)

In my neighborhood is a homeless shelter. The first few years I lived here, I walked by it like any other building; the only person I interacted with was a man with Down syndrome who often got lost and needed to be helped back. But this summer, my... (more »)

I have a friend named Victoria. We both love buttery popcorn, know how to play “For He's a Jolly Good Fellow” on the piano, and like to sing, even though neither of us can carry a tune. The only major difference between us is that Victoria... (more »)

My aunt Blanche was an original Rosie the Riveter during World War II. I always ­enjoyed listening to her stories from those times. She had an old Apple computer, and often during my visits she would ask me to help her with it. I realized I... (more »)