I think that my passion for people who are overlooked began
in high school when I felt isolated in my problems. High school is a time where
many people are struggling to find their identity, but it is also a
coming-of-age time, where many people are beginning to form opinions and
passions of their own.
In the midst of the problems I struggled with, especially my
struggles with depression, I felt as if my problems were overlooked or
dismissed for not being serious enough. If I did have something I felt like I
could contribute, I felt like my opinion was hushed or pushed aside as
irrelevant.
I remember the moment I decided that I wanted to dedicate my
life to helping those who feel overlooked feel seen and heard. This instance
was probably more the climax to a bunch of little interactions that led me to
so firmly choose to devote my life to this area, but it seemed like a rather
large deal to me in the moment.
I was sitting at church with my parents, and one of the
elders came up to conduct a vote with the congregation on a new pastor they
were looking to hire. I remember being 17, pretty passionate about my faith,
and ready to have a say in who was going to be the face of my church. They passed
out the ballots, and I circled my response to whether or not I liked the guy,
and then the elder said something that shattered my world: “If you are 18 or
over and a member of this church, please turn your vote in to be counted.”
I remember being livid after this church service. I
understood the need to protect the integrity of the voting process, but I was a
member of that church who was probably living out my faith more passionately
than some of the adults there. I wanted a say, especially since that church had
taught me to raise my voice even when I felt unable to because of my age.
In that small, small instance, I knew that I had to leverage
my life to help those who are overlooked feel understood. Too many instances in
my life have I felt the pain and the shame of being disregarded, and I do not
want anyone to float through this life feeling like their voice or their
problems are irrelevant.
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