Sunday, October 5th, 2014
“We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give.”
Not just teaching kids how to skate, but really seeing them enjoy their progress, that is meaningful. It was last year when I first started participating in this thoughtful event, but what made it more special for me was that the event was held at one of the rinks that I learned to skate at? It's always good to give back to the community and make somebody else's day better, no matter how far you have gone in life how you affect others effects you too. This even every Sunday helps teach kids with special needs to skate. I'm not the only boy from Fenn to help out with this program. But, basically, you go on Sunday's early in the morning to a rink with your friends, and you are assigned somebody to teach new things, and you go every week until the program is over. Last year, I was with Garren and Cole LaPlante and was helping out with them, that is the first time I started doing this activity. As the weeks go on and on it becomes much more than just teaching somebody to skate, it is almost like a bond that you make with a little brother at Fenn, because with this program you are working with the same person every week.you usually partner up with somebody, so there are two people helping somebody to skate. It is amazing how far the person you are teaching can come skating wise in just a couple of months, and the most amazing part is seeing other people enjoy the sport just like myself and my friends do.
"In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future."
Family is everywhere, whether you are aware of them or not. When I went to Italy this summer with my family, I thought that I was just meeting some relatives and that was it. Boy was I wrong. There was a complete other side of my family that I had never met before.At least more that fifteen people that were related to me by blood, all of which I have never even met or heard of before. Also all of the close family friends, even though they weren't related to me, still treated me like their family. We traveled from the airport to the tiny town from which my family was from. The town was about a quarter of the way up this mountain, of in the distance, about a mile away, you could see these huge mountains that seemed to have no end in height. The tiny town that we were in, had roads that were thinner than one lane of a road here. Also at night at from around ten to midnight, the whole town comes out for ice cream and coffee. Even the little kids. According to one of my dads cousins the town had never really had that many American visitors and there were many ways in which the could tell we were American, the biggest one was how my parents put milk and sugar in their coffee. The one problem that we encountered was that my family pretty much only spoke English, except for my dad who could somewhat get by with Italian. But, even though there could be some trouble communicating sometimes, it always worked out and we always had a good time with whatever we were doing. It's good to go around and see the people that you come from, you will always learn new things each time you are with them.In that small town, the most noticeable thing is that everybody is family, not just who you are related to but everybody in the town is your big family, all relying on each other.