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Join the Conversation about Haiti

Friday, February 10th, 2012

If you have been following our social media channels lately, you may be asking yourself what is this #Haiti365 stuff? It is a good thing you are reading our blog today because we are about to tell you exactly why we are talking about this and why HandsOn Network love this campaign.

For the second anniversary of the Haiti earthquake, UNICEF USA wanted to show the country’s resilience and bring to light the daily challenges Haitian people still face daily. UNICEF USA decided to solve their desire through the use of social media to bring attention back to Haiti.

UNICEF USA brought the voices of Haiti’s youth to the attention of viewers through their Haiti365 Conversation project. Haiti365 has become a unique forum for viewers to respond to children’s questions about various topics such as gender equality, education, and Justin Bieber. UNICEF believes that youth are central to the recovery of Haiti, and through this project they can bring current issues to the world’s attention.

How did this project get started?

Last summer, UNICEF selected a group of young people to attend a high level summit on youth at the United Nations. For most of the Haitian youth who attended the summit, it was their first time ever visiting the United States.

The children had many questions for the General Assembly and the United Nations Round Table discussion on climate change about the state of their country and its recovery.

After the children addressed the United Nations, they had questions for their international peers. That is where the Haiti365 conversation comes into action.

How can you get involved?

Interested viewers can visit the Haiti365 website to join the conversation. Visitors to the website have the option of listening and responding to one or more of the 12 questions posed by Haitian youth. Those asking the questions are either children in the range of 9 to 11 years old or young adults 19 to 22 years old.

Viewers have the option of responding to the videos by text or video recording. Viewers also have the option of asking a peer in Haiti a question of interest. UNICEF USA will also send out text messages with questions from Haitian youth that can be answered by subscribers. Those who respond to the questions also have the option of responding in Creole or English depending on preference.

This campaign is a great way to get the conversation about Haiti’s recovery started. Who knows the impact that your question or answer can make on the future! UNICEF’s campaign is a great way to raise awareness for the country of Haiti. Please join us in bringing attention to the conversation; your participation will make a huge impression especially on the children of Haiti!

About UNICEF:

UNICEF has saved more children’s lives than any other humanitarian organization in the world. Working in more than 150 countries, UNICEF provides children with health and immunizations, clean water, nutrition, education, emergency and disaster relief, and more. The U.S. Fund for UNICEF supports UNICEF’s work through fundraising, advocacy, and education in the United States.

UNICEF is at the forefront of efforts to reduce child mortality worldwide. There has been substantial progress: the annual number of under-five deaths dropped from more than 12 million in 1990 to 7.6 million in 2010. But still, 21,000 children die each day from preventable causes. Our mission is to do whatever it takes to make that number zero by giving children the essentials for a safe and healthy childhood.

Do You Feel Like You’re Guilty of Slacktivism?

Thursday, March 24th, 2011

Today’s post comes from Cher Hale, a student and activist in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Do you feel like you aren’t doing enough to make a difference in this world?

Maybe you’re one of those people that are aware of injustice, but you just can’t seem to bring yourself to do anything about it.

Then, you start to feel guilty.

Man, you think to yourself as you eat a hamburger, those cows must be sad being stuffed with corn they don’t even like all day.

You might say as you go shopping, Wow. I’m buying these pants made in Malaysia by sweatshop workers in unlivable conditions.

But, you volunteer occasionally.

You educate yourself by skimming through articles.

You tell your friends about this crazy world we all live in even if they look at you with apathetic faces.

You care.

You’re just not sure what to do next.

Thinking about these social injustices that have been present on our planet for years before you were born is heavy.

You cannot feel guilty for not immediately changing your lifestyle because making a difference in this world through activism is a personal journey.

You’re not going to be instantly infused with all of the resources, inspiration, and know-how to create social change from the beginning.

It’s easy to learn about a social cause like bad sweatshop conditions, get really upset, and vow to start a foundation in your quest to rid the world of its vermin-like nature.

Yes, dreaming big is beautiful, and there should always be dreams like these in the back of your mind, nudging you forward on your journey.

But, you’ll start to see real change if you begin with your neighborhood.

Then, you can expand to your community.

Show your friends, family, coworkers, and acquaintances what an activist looks like.

Even if they don’t tell you directly, you are making a positive impact on them.

You are being a leader for change.

Once you make the decision to create a better community for yourself and those around you, you will begin to notice a shift in your thinking.

You say, How could I possibly shop at this store connected to a large corporation that exploits workers with no other choices of employment?

You declare to yourself and to your best friend, I’m no longer going to eat beef because of the horrible conditions in factory farms. I’m interested in saving the next generation from being served antibiotics and hormones on their clean, white plates in restaurant chains.

You are evolving into an activist in your every day life.

Start local, find the issue you’re most passionate about, educate yourself in full detail, connect with like-minded individuals and expand.

Review your accomplishments, and repeat until you have the attention of the country.

Cher is a student and local activist in Las Vegas, Nevada that believes in connecting to make a positive impact on the world. She writes for her blog Cher Love Now

The 50th Anniversary of The Peace Corps

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Today is the worldwide launch of inaugural Peace Corps month celebrating the 50th Anniversary of The Peace Corps. Today’s post comes from Sophia Forero, a jewelry designer from Chicago, Illinois who served in The Peace Corps in 1990.

I remember the day I got my Peace Corps assignment in February, 1990.

I had interviewed for a position in West Africa, someplace new, someplace totally adventurous to me, where I would learn about a completely new culture.

I opened up the innocuous yellow envelope and read very carefully:

Hungary.

What? Europe? Eastern Europe? Where trains worked, apartment buildings stood, streetlights pulsated? A heartbeat away from the family home country of Greece?

I’d been swindled!

After a brief stint in Washington where we were honored as the first volunteers since the fall of the Berlin Wall, my comrades and I landed in a region that I had read about in my political science books.

I had speculated on Hungary in my studies, but I didn’t know at that point how easily I would fall for the beauty of the Hungarian spirit.

In this land where “Hello” was a 6 syllable mouthful (Jo napot kivanok) and men still tipped their hats at ladies, I came to understand how very precious it was to be American.  We grow up with the knowledge that dreams can become a reality.

The Soviet system had entered into the Hungarian psyche in such a way that no textbook could have illustrated to me. As a youthful American, where the world was my oyster, I didn’t fully understand how that system permeated and limited ordinary life.

The typical Hungarian was full of questions for me- what life in America was like, about school tuition, about paying taxes…

Imagine a country where the only supermarket was called “SUPERMARKET,” where there were no brands to choose from, no choices. All the “DEPARTMENT STORES” had the same kinds of coats in one season in the same styles and in the same colors… No room to express- no way to interpret art, no superficial way, anyhow, to just be different.

The Peace Corps gave me a chance to work with Hungarians, laugh with them, listen to their stories of the past, and converse with them about the possibilities for their future.  I made friendships that I still hold today. This experience allowed me to become introspective about my home country in a way that I had not previously done on any travels.

On my last day, the oldest professor on our faculty, Mr. Laszlo, handed me a straw ornament. With tears in his eyes he asked me to never forget the staff, and to know I always had friends in Tata, Hungary.

I still remember his clear blue eyes and the ornament hangs in my office.

I went into my assignment thinking I was the teacher, and instead, I had the fortune of being taught — by hundreds — my students, their families, my co-workers, the folks I interacted with on a daily basis at SUPERMARKET or BANK or POST OFFICE. This was the most important part of my experience.

To serve others is a privilege, not for those you serve, but for yourself.

Book of Revalation

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

by , HandsOn Network

Today is the one year anniversary of one of our colleague’s death.  I wrote this last year after her funeral, but wanted to share it here today so that her spirit might know that we are still thinking of her.

She didn’t show up for work, but I didn’t think anything of it.

I was surprised that she wasn’t there when I arrived because she usually beat me to the office, but I assumed she was traveling or working from home.

She was new, hired only a few weeks before.  Though our desks were right next to eachothers, I didn’t know her very well yet.

When I learned she had been killed, one of our few conversations stood out.

She and I were talking about cooking and she said,

“My husband was raised to be a strong, black, southern woman, so you KNOW I eat well.”

I remember wondering what she meant.

In my memory of the conversation, I imagine myself tilting my head to the side like a confused cocker spaniel.

That is when she told me that her husband was transgendered.

I remember taking the information in, processing it, understanding.

I remember feeling pleased that she told me this so casually, like she trusted me.

I also remember worrying about her too.  I hoped she would find acceptance in our workplace.

In the early afternoon of the day she didn’t come in, I learned that she died in a car accident on her way to work.

A beige sedan crossed oncoming, two-way traffic and caused an SUV to hit my colleague’s car head on.

The beige sedan sped away from the scene unharmed, but my colleague Errin died at the scene.

A group of us went to her funeral service where many of her friends and former colleagues shared stories and memories.

Almost everyone talked about the way Errin loved.

Her love, they said, was wide open, enormous and plentiful.

They said that she defended the weak and fought for social justice and equality, not with violence and anger, but with the mighty power of her humor, compassion and heart.

One storyteller recalled a time when Errin substituted for her as a childcare worker.

When the storyteller returned to the daycare center late in the day, she found Errin talking with the other teachers about her husband and the fact that he was transgendered.

“Aren’t you worried about what they might think?” the storyteller later asked Errin.

“Why would I be?” Errin replied with her signature laugh and gigantic smile. “I don’t want to be in a relationship with anyone who doesn’t accept the people I love.”

I left Errin’s service with a deep sense of loss.

I mourned not only her untimely death, but also my lost opportunity to know her well.

I also left understanding that when she told me about her husband, she wasn’t taking me into her confidence.

I admired her all the more for that.


Reach Across Differences

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

"volunteer"By Reverend Mark Farr, Faith-Based Initiatives Director, HandsOn Network

Nine years ago, our nation took the body blow that was 9/11.

We wondered who could be capable of such evil?

We were shaken to the core: was there, after all, a limit to diversity and tolerance?

And yet, when we all stood up again, we looked around to see a country big enough to absorb even this, and still embrace each other.

It was as if E Pluribus Unum itself had come to life.

It was amazing.

On that day, I saw the smoke from the Pentagon, burning hot and black and hideous, from my office window.

I still remember my first reaction was to go down there and pull anyone I could from that place.

No one was asking about ethnicity or the faith of those who were saved—or those who died.

We still live in the same country. The same people, and the same spirit is ours, same as nine years back: Christians and Muslims and Hindus and atheists and Jews and left and right and all of us.

The call and the response to serve is still with us, perhaps stronger now.

For us as Americans, from the founding of our country, service runs in our bloodstream. In service, we demonstrate our unity and rise above our differences for a greater good.

So, here’s how I put it together now, nine years on. The commemoration of this day, through civic engagement, more than any other day, unites us as a nation. It tells each one of us that life is fragile, each one precious, no matter our personal beliefs.

It speaks to us about courage, about how love of country sometimes turns, uninvited, into an act of service: a boy in a firefighter’s arms, a blood drive, a simple embrace of someone not at all like me. It tells us that we are a people with common ground.

So—speaking now as a first generation immigrant—God bless America.

I believe that service is a unique vehicle, not only to do good—but to connect.

I believe that this day expresses our oneness. I believe that to serve is to express love of country, and love for humanity.

Even though I may never be called to the self-sacrifice of that terrible day, what better way do I have to express tolerance, diversity, and understanding than through civic service?

What better way to reach across differences than to actually find a service project with Americans who look or talk or believe nothing like me?

I welcome your own thoughts and responses. And for each of us, it is our challenge to find an appropriate way to embrace all the meanings of this day.

I hope service plays a part."volunteer"

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My Education. Your Education. Our Future.

Saturday, September 4th, 2010

"Volungeer"by Emily Blaylock, Mobilize.org

While growing up, I was expected to continue onto some form of higher education, obtain a degree, and live the American Dream. Like many Americans, this was not just the social assumption—it was my personal expectation. Yet, there was one significant barrier in my way to both accessing and completing some form of postsecondary education: money.

In high school I became accustomed with the reality that I would be on my own for continuing onto college. I had good grades and potential academic scholarships on the horizon, but I knew they would not be enough to cover the skyrocketing costs of college tuition. Yet just weeks prior to high school graduation, I received a scholarship that not only offset tuition costs, but also the costs of: books, technology, transportation, and housing. I consider myself blessed and am still overwhelmed with gratitude for this scholarship.

In receiving this scholarship, each one of my barriers to college completion was alleviated. Prior to this, I came to recognize each impending barrier as I planned out my college career. I was trying to work out my schedule to take on two part-time jobs, coordinate with friends to carpool to class, pulling my resources to borrow books, and finding the nearest libraries to use their computers. Because of Kenneth Ford, a businessman in rural Oregon and his wife, Hallie, an educator, believed in the investment of a continuing education, I was the recipient of one of their scholarships. They invested in me through providing an education, in order that I may invest myself in my community.

While I never had to fully realize my barriers to college completion, I am aware that these hindrances are vast, and they are many. In fact, for the first time in the 21st century, the current generation of college-aged Americans will be less educated than their parents due to the immense barriers faced in obtaining their educational goals. Fewer than 46% of students at 4-year universities complete their degree within 6 years and only 3 out of 10 students attending community colleges complete their 2-year associate degree within 3 years.

Higher education is a primary factor in improving the state of our communities and our country, as individuals who complete some form of postsecondary education are able to earn higher wages, likely increasing the financial stability for themselves and their families. But if the current student population, all members of the Millennial Generation, is somehow falling short of achieving its educational goals, our country faces a significant problem with consequences impacting our nation for decades to come."Mobilize.org Team Volunteer"

Given the current state of college completion and having overcome my barriers to college completion, I am honored to be a part of Mobilize.org’s Target: 2020 | My Education. Our Future Summit series. This October 22-24, 2010, Mobilize.org will bring together 150 of North Carolina’s most creative and passionate, students to work together and identify barriers they face in achieving their educational goals and develop student-led solutions to address them.

If you are a student enrolled in a North Carolina community college, who has faced or overcome difficulties in completing your education and you have creative ideas about ways you, your community and school can better support students, Mobilize.org wants to hear from you.

Apply to attend the Mobilize.org “Target: 2020 | My Education. Our Future.” Summit in Charlotte, North Carolina, October 22-24, 2010 where you will join 150 students from North Carolina’s community colleges to identify the barriers students face in achieving their educational goals and develop student-led solutions and community projects to address them. Summits will also be held in California and Florida in 2011, dates are TBD. If you are interested in attending, please click .

It’s your education, but it’s our future.

Emily Blaylock joined the Mobilize.org team May 2010 as the Executive Assistant just weeks after graduating from Corban University in Salem, Oregon. She received a Bachelor of Science in Interdisciplinary Studies, spending the last four years focusing on Business, Psychology, and Women’s Ministry. A more complete bio can be found here.

Taking the First Step

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

by Michelle Nunn, CEO, Points of Light Institute and Co-Founder, HandsOn Network

My work with HandsOn Network is to help people begin their service journey.

I have led orientations for thousands of individuals who have decided to take the first step to make a difference.

Their specific reasons for wanting to serve are extremely varied, but common themes emerge at every orientation.

“I want to do something that is larger than myself, to make the community better, to find something that is truly meaningful in my life.”

“I want to get to know others in the community who share my values for giving back.  I want to feel like I’m part of the community.”

Sometimes volunteers are motivated by a specific event.

When I talked to volunteer responding in the wake of 2005′s Hurricane Katrina, they often said things like,

“I just knew I had to be apart of this.”

When they saw images of people suffering, they felt that they must act.

Many acted on impulse, driving hundreds or thousands of miles into an unknown situation to find a way to serve.

Everyone that I spoke with expressed passion and gratitude that they took that first stip.

While your service journey may begin with uncertainty, you will find confidence and fulfillment as you proceed.

As one volunteer once said to me,

“I am always glad I came.”

Take the first step…

M.N.

Turning Tragedy into Something Positive

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

"disaster relief"by Jay S. Winuk, Co-founder, Vice President, MyGoodDeed, 9/11 National Day of Service and Remembrance, President, Winuk Communications, Inc.

Somewhere along the way, we all face tragedy in our lives. Few are spared. People handle tragedies, though, in different ways. I often marveled at but was somewhat puzzled by those who found ways to turn personal tragedy into something positive. But now I understand.

My life changed forever on that sunny September 11 morning in 2001. My brother Glenn Winuk, a partner at the large law firm Holland & Knight LLP, was murdered by the terrorists who attacked our nation by flying planes into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Situated just a block and a half from the site, Glenn helped evacuate his law offices, then raced toward the South Tower to participate in the rescue effort. He died when that building collapsed. Glenn’s partial remains were recovered about six months later, a borrowed medic bag by his side.

For almost 20 years Glenn was a volunteer firefighter and EMT in our home town of Jericho, NY. He had also served as a fire commissioner and as an officer of Engine Company 2, and was highly decorated. Specially certified in building collapse rescue training, no one was more prepared to race into those towering infernos than my kid brother, dead at 40.

Firefighters are a special breed. We all know that. Not everyone has what it takes to do what they choose to do for the rest of us. What struck me, always, about Glenn and any other firefighters I’ve met along the way, is their absolute passion for the job. They simply love it. Despite all the risks, all the hard work, all the uncertainly about their fate, they just love it. It’s quite extraordinary, really.

What amazes me most about firefighters, volunteer and non-volunteer alike, is that they do what they do for people they do not know. And that is indeed impressive, given the risks they face. Many of us help others, but most do so without risk to life and limb.

Glenn lived his life in service to others – not just as a firefighter, but also as an attorney and an all-around good guy. After he died, I gave a lot of thought to what I could do to most appropriately honor him.

When my friend and colleague David Paine called from California a few months after the attacks to tell me about his idea, it was as if it was scripted. “Let’s work together to make 9/11 a national day of service,” David suggested, so that people will never forget how good people of the world responded when our nation was wounded. And off we were.

Today, after more than eight years of advocacy by the organization we founded called, MyGoodDeed, 9/11 is federally designated as a National Day of Service and Remembrance. This, thanks to the hard work of many in the 9/11 community; a wealth of corporate, nonprofit and other supporters, including Points of Light Institute and HandsOn Network; and the U.S. Congress and President Barack Obama, who signed this bi-partisan legislation into law in April 2009.

"volunteer"Engaging in service or good deeds on the anniversary each year in honor of those who perished or rose to help is truly an extraordinary phenomenon. Millions of people from all 50 states and countries all over the world now mark September 11 in service to others, with acts small and large. The ways that people participate are countless, creative and meaningful. All who visit our web site at www.911dayofservice.org can connect with and support charitable causes in numerous ways, as well as post their own personal good deeds. There’s nothing quite like it.

And this summer, with the help of some terrific partners, we launched a one-of-a-kind free online education curriculum so that grade school students everywhere can learn the lessons of 9/11, including about how the tragedy inspired generosity and good deeds. The program helps facilitate the teachers’ and students’ own good deeds in their communities, and thousands have already signed on.

As the ninth, and then the 10th, anniversary of 9/11 approach, I’m reminded as I am always this time of year about the millions who stepped forward to help in the face of tragedy for months after the attacks.  Not just the highly trained first responders like Glenn, but people from all walks of life, regardless of age, sex, religion, ethnicity, economic status, geographic location, political preference and other factors which frequently separate us.  Then, we were one people, and surely we can be that way more often — not just on 9/11 but throughout the year and throughout the years.

So go visit our web site at www.911dayofservice.org. Sign on to do a good deed and encourage others to do the same. Make a difference in someone’s life by turning tragedy into something positive. Thank you!

Voices of Change: Shareef Cousin

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

I was sentenced to death when I was 16 years old for a murder I didn’t commit.

I was on death row for five years, spending 23 hours a day in my cell.

At 16, you don’t think about fighting for your life, especially for a crime you didn’t commit.

I thought about how I would never get a chance to graduate high school.

I contemplated suicide a few times.

I prayed a lot.

I cried a lot.

And I studied a lot.

I always had a desire for education.

My lawyers sent me English, math and science books.

I received my GED, and then started college correspondence courses, all at my lawyer’s expense.

Once you accept that you are going to die, you learn to find the little things that you can enjoy in each moment.

For me, it was education.

I started helping other inmates with their cases.

I never judged people or their situations.  I just wanted to help people because someone helped me.

Some guys in prison would tell me,

“Man, you’re wasting your time. That dude doesn’t appreciate what you’re doing for him.”

But i was like,

“It’s not whether he appreciates it.  It’s about me.  I feel good helping him.”

People helping me steered my path.

Had people not helped me, I’d probably be executed or still on death row.

After my release, I worked at the Southern Center for Human Rights as a program organizer for the center’s Fairness for Prisoners’ Families program.

I want to be a trial attorney.

I do volunteer service too, at a place that provides food and clothes for homeless people.

I help feed them, and sometimes I go to Sunday night service and experience fellowship with them.

Being on death row makes you face the fact that, when we die, we all want to know that we’ve made some sort of contribution to society, however small it may be.

And your small bit of help may be large to someone else.

What’s small to us might make a world of difference to someone else.

I wouldn’t be here today if people didn’t help me.  I’m in debt not only to those people but to everyone who does that type of work.

In 1995, at the age of 16, Shareef Cousin was sentenced to death in Louisiana for a murder he didn’t commit.  Five years later, the Louisiana Supreme Court overturned his conviction because of improperly withheld evidence. Since his release, Cousin has worked with prisoner’s families at the Southern center for Human Rights in Atlanta.

This piece was originally published in and republished here with the author’s permission.