Personal Narrative: The Bug In The Box Are In Hospice

When I was about eight years old with blue eyes, blonde braids, and wearing my favorite purple tie dye swimsuit, one of my favorite pastimes during the summer was “saving” bugs from our swimming pool. I would swim around the edges of the pool and look for bugs to rescue and nurse back to health, occasionally designating a box in which to place them. On one occasion, my mom walked outside to find me rescuing bugs and separating the living ones from the dead. I would place the dead ones on a piece of paper, but the living ones I put in my box with leaves and flowers. When my mom asked me about it, I promptly answered, "The bugs in the box are in hospice!" This story was, and still is, very comical to my family. I answered that way because, at the time, my mom worked at a children’s hospice and respite facility called Ryan House. I loved Ryan House, and spent many Saturdays volunteering and getting to know the kids there. I still volunteer there for holiday events, usually to help direct newer volunteers, as I have grown to know Ryan House very well. There will always …show more content…
One of those friends lives in England, and when we visit each other, her twin sister Marnie still comes up regularly in our normal dialogue. All of these opportunities, along with many more, have strengthened me for the situations I have experienced and have yet to experience. I am excited for college to be the next chapter where I can be further equipped and enabled to serve others throughout my life, specifically pertaining to my future career. As I explore where God wants me to be in this world, literally and figuratively, I am reminded to trust God through the presence of the many ways I have seen him preparing the little girl that saves bugs for what lies