Personal Narrative: LA Juvenile Detention Center

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About a month ago, I was invited to come speak at the LA Juvenile Detention Center to a group of young people there about how they can take control of their lives and start moving in the right direction. It was an incredible honor and just a humbling experience overall, but it did include a few curve balls. See, they brought us in through this security checkpoint and had us all dump our IDs, wallets, phones and everything else in storage. They explained that some of these kids will snatch basically everything you put in front of them. That part didn’t surprise me. The part that did surprise me was when the warden turned to me and told me I’d be speaking to all girls. I had thought earlier that it would be a mix of boys and girls, so that’s …show more content…

Apparently that was a way to get rid of head lice, although I can’t imagine gasoline shampoo is anybody’s idea of a cheap solution these days. As I got older, I started to feel the effects of poverty on a deeper level. I had such negative attitudes about myself and about the world and about money, because that’s what everyone around me believed. I believed that money was something you either have or didn’t have. Specifically, I thought other people did have money and we didn’t, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I also believed that my circumstances were in charge my life, not me. It didn’t occur to me that my own decisions could create the life I dreamed of, or if I messed up, keep me right where I was. These were the things I talked about with the girls in the Juvenile Detention Center. I could see in their eyes that they recognize what I was talking about. Once I knew they were listening, I put my foot down and told them the honest truth: that they have to take control of every single decision they make in life from now on, and they have to decide on where they want to go instead of letting circumstances dictate that for …show more content…

He was sort of a classic bossy old man, with a booming voice and waggling finger, but he did have a lot of wisdom. One day, when I’d been partying the night before, I showed up to my shift late and visibly exhausted. I apologized over and over again, but all he said was “Circumstance does not change responsibility.” To me, the real beauty of that statement is how much it empowers you when you really take it to heart. I believe that deep down, everybody has a purpose and a unique gift to share with the world, and we are most happy when we are doing that work. In fact, that reminds of another saying my Dad would always tell me. He would say it in Armenian, but in English it roughly translates as “Work is holy.” All of this came up again too while I was talking to those girls. I did my best to explain to them they will feel the happiest and most alive when they are doing the work that fits their purpose. In dark times, it can be the thing that keeps you grounded and sane while all these other problems try to drag you down, and in good times it’s the thing that gives you more freedom, money, and respect than you might ever

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