Written By: David Denton Program Intern, World Affairs Council of Atlanta Student, Virginia State University Published: 8/30/2016 |
I grew up in
one of the worst parts of the Bronx where changing the world was not realistic.
As a result of being surrounded by limited resources, I was only given a few
options in life. I wanted to prove that no matter how bad one’s environment is
or how many times people try to discourage you, with a little hard work,
dedication and a dream, anything is possible.
During high
school I began to volunteer in under served communities. These same communities
reminded me of home because they were full of my first memories of public
education… struggle and vice, the crippling rapture of social inequality, and the
blight of poverty. Growing up
Jamaican-American in the projects reminds me of the blues. You can trade suicides for homicides, gang
violence for police brutality, childhood pregnancy for mental illness, rats for
roaches and wet books from leaking ceilings for substitute teachers quitting at
lunch hour. I thought that I was impacting the world but as I read the news, I
realized these issues were much greater than the issues I experienced at home.
During college, I embarked on many career-defining moments. As I studied biology,
I developed a love for public health in conjunction with my innate interest in
resolving community and global issues that impacted the youth. Despite all of
my progress, I was still confused on the where? and the how?
It happened…
In June of
2010, I received an email from my brother in law with the subject line stating
"Peace Corps". He introduced me to an excerpt from Machiavelli's, The
Prince, written 1513: "[one] should think about the adventure that one can
bring to the world. Chapter XXV- Fortune is the arbiter of one half of our
actions…. (Destiny or fate). Preparation, caution, patience, discipline, It is
better to be adventurous than cautious."
At the time,
I was stubborn focusing on life at a smaller scale and I didn't see how
relevant the content in that email was to my future. A handful of emails later,
the content from June 18th was forgotten, a lost thread that lingered. I
continued to work on changing the lives around me in hopes that I would fulfill
my purpose on this earth. Little did I know that life's circles would bring me
back to that email years later.
After
graduating college, I landed a job in Atlanta, GA as a case manager promoting
public health education, psychoeducation, substance abuse awareness and suicide
prevention. I loved the work I was doing but the idea of wanting to change the
world was still on my mind. As time passed, I was fortunate to travel to Brazil
as a Global Leader Fellow. There, I connected communities and provided access
to transformative learning experiences for high school students by linking them
to resources within the United States. I knew I was coming closer to achieving
my life-long dream. It was at that moment when so much of what I had been told
for years, and what I knew to be true, actually clicked. I remembered that
email my brother in law sent me. I finally applied and was accepted to serve in
the Peace Corps in Fiji.
Continuing the process..
After
receiving my invitation to serve in the Peace Corps in the health and youth
development sectors, I decided to be as proactive as possible. I immersed
myself into learning more about global issues. I began reading articles and
researching different seminars to obtain more knowledge about the impact of
these issues. During my search, I stumbled upon a yearly annual Global Health
Summit hosted by the World Affairs Council of Atlanta. This year’s summit was
focused on health and refugees, which I found to be relevant and impactful
because 2015 had the highest number of refugees and displaced people throughout
the world.
I wanted to
continue to enhance my understanding of critical world issues. After discussing
my background with the program manager, she did more than just invite me to the
summit, she provided me with an opportunity to intern during the summer. This
couldn't have come at a better time. My strategy was to remain open minded and
as a result I found interest in more than just public health issues. I realized that that these issues were
influenced by politics and policies. The program exposed me to ambassadors,
policy advisers, and other experts in this space.
Working with
an ambassador who was full of life, humble group leaders and other dedicated
interns influenced my adventure at the World Affairs Council of Atlanta to be
extraordinary. We were a very unique and diverse bunch. I met some great people
during this experience, learned a ton, and spent the majority of my time
engaging with others in a light-hearted and humorous manner. There were never
any dull moments during my internship. I learned more about myself, and the
values of our global community than I could have ever imagined. Overall, this
experience gave me a new perspective on cultural differences, beautiful,
gratifying memories and newfound friends.
Finally, I
understood why spreading awareness was important. While working as a case
manager I went door to door and helped under privileged kids and adults
understand more about the things that impacted their neighborhoods, schools and
families. It was very personal for me because of my upbringing. By interning at
the World Affairs Council of Atlanta I became more aware of global issues. I
learned about the impacts of development aid, global health issues like Zika
and refugees, trans pacific partnerships, and globalized sports to name a few.
The internship reminded me of when I was in high school; I realized that there
were issues far greater than the ones I experienced in my housing projects. I
realized that global and domestic issues go hand in hand. As Nelson Mandela
stated "education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change
the world.” As I travel to Fiji this
August I will keep all of these experiences in mind and spread awareness on why
it is important to inspire our youth to be the global citizens and
international leaders of tomorrow.
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