I have only 2 weeks of work left and then I am coming home for the summer. I am looking forward to coming home, but I will miss the friends I made and the people I have met out here dearly. The culture in Indiana is so different than Massachusetts. I admire the amount of respect people have for each other. Coming to Indiana has given me the chance to explore my life and what I want. It also gave me a chance to travel and have some experiences I will remember for the rest of my life.
Religion is one topic that has been introduced to me while visiting a southern state. Southern people are very religious and true to their beliefs. Melissa (2ND to the left) is Catholic and practices Catholicism on a regular basis. She goes to church faithfully and believes deeply in the religion. Her beliefs create values and morals and help her make decision about what she does in life. Melissa has made me think about my life and my religion. What do I believe? I honestly have never sat down with the bible to understand what it is all about.
I remember when my Nana used to take me to church when I was younger and preach to me how important it is to pray and have faith. When we stopped going to church I was upset, but then we began to go to church when we moved to Raynham and I never took it seriously. I would like to figure out what my beliefs are and decide what religion I really belong to. It's time to do some research.
I also admire Melissa's family. This past weekend we were invited to her house. We planned on having a BBQ and to attend Vanessa's softball game (her younger sister). When Krishna and I got to her house we were welcomed by her parents and they were so generous and welcoming. They prepared a home cooked BBQ to die for. Then we went to the softball game. Melissa's older sister, Cassandra, came home (from Indianapolis, 5Hrs North) just in time. When we got there, I realized her whole family was there to cheer Vanessa on at her game, two games in a row by the way.
During Middle and High School I was a cheerleader and we had games all the time. My brother played football and soccer but was never really into sports. I remember my parents being there for our games when we were younger but I don't really remember my parents being there for the baseball and football games I had to attend in High School. Is this a bad thing? Is our family torn apart? Or is our culture just a little different and it's completely normal?
I suppose having two hard working parents that work full time jobs and at one point both owned there own business' could be the explanation for this.
My mother is the strongest, most independent woman I know. She never asks for help from anybody. Should she be able to depend on family and fall back on them or should she still have that wall just in case? I almost feel like I am the same way. Sometimes I am a little stubborn and hard headed and don't except the help or support from others. Should we as humans create a standard for ourselves as to how low we can let our defense wall down? Or should we let ourselves depend on others as we want them to depend on us? Can we trust others?
