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At the School of
the Americas protest, I saw a diverse group of
people gathered together with the intent to make
a social change. I saw people who cared so
much they were bound by their conscious to
be present for those who have died. I heard
many voices cry out as one to stop an
injustice. I felt unified; I felt meaning. I
finally understand the frustrations of those
hippies, those protesters of my parents'
generation, I understand now because I
learned, I care, and I choose to do something
about it, and it is life-changing.
My hopes and
expectations for this weekend were that it would
move something within me profoundly, that I
would get to meet new people, and meet up with
old friends. All of which, gladly, were met
with enthusiasm and success.
At this
protest I saw Jesus in many people I
encountered. Jesus was my friend who was always
there for me. Jesus was my friends who rejoiced
in seeing me after a long absence. Jesus was
the college group who
welcomed me warmly onto their bus. Jesus was
the people who were giving out free food and
reusing the dishes. Jesus was the young people
moving from their seats so the elderly could sit
down. Jesus was the woman standing at mass
without a coat. This weekend we acted as the
Body of Christ and that inspires me the
most.
I look foreword to
future demonstrations such as this. This action
for social justice helps me to remember what
life is about and what being a disciple is all
about. This experience has strengthened my
heart, my person, my conviction. I hope in the
future. I hope that I can stop being afraid to
take action; I hope one day I will be
hopping fences.
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