2017 Essay Contest details to be announced soon!
Results of 2016 Essay Contest
Entries received for our 2016 “Caring for Our Common Home” Essay Contest were judged by a panel of more than 50 Maryknoll missioners, all of whom were elated to read the essays that conveyed thousands of examples of people caring for the earth.
2016 Essay Contest Winners
The 2016 contest received 7,261 entries from students who competed in two divisions (grades 6 to 8 and grades 9 to 12) for nearly $3,000 in cash prizes:
- $1,000 for each of the two first-place finalists
- $300 for each of the two second-place finalists
- $150 for third place
Caring for Our Common Home
In Laudato Si’, Pope Francis says…
“The earth cries out to us because of the harm we have inflicted on her by our irresponsible use and abuse of the goods with which God has endowed her.”
Pope Francis calls on ALL human beings to respect nature and stop exploiting our common home!
We asked students to explain the importance of heeding the pope’s call and to provide at least two examples of students, or others, engaged in activities that respect the earth.
“Every year, it is a delight to read the essays submitted to the Maryknoll Student Essay Contest,” said Father Emile Dumas, M.M. “This year was no exception. The essays are a good way to connect with the young folks. They renew my hope in the future of the Catholic Church in the U.S. and throughout the world. I pray for all the students and teachers who participated in the essay contest. May God continue to generously bless them! May they bring to our global village the peace, hope, joy and justice our global village needs.”
WINNERS – Division 1 (grades 6-8)
Grace Smith, an eighth-grader at Ursuline Academy in Wilmington, Delaware, wins the $1,000 Bishop Francis X. Ford Award, named for the Maryknoll missioner who was in the first group of Maryknoll missioners to China and died in a prison there in 1952.
Below is her winning essay…
Respecting Earth, Through Myself and My Government
Taking care of our common home is an idea that, for our world today, is no longer an issue of tomorrow but an issue of today. It is such an important idea because humans are the reason the environment is in a decline in the first place, so it is our responsibility to fix what we started. Pope Francis thinks that taking care of our common home should be a corporal work of mercy; Mother Teresa wanted us to stop wasting precious environmental goods. So how, exactly, are we supposed to help the environment? If one wants to stop contributing to the bad activities that will lead to earth becoming a gray wasteland, simple steps can be done to do so. I personally try to use less power at school and at home, and I write letters to my state politicians to ask them to vote “yes” on bills in congress that cut environmental strain. Using less energy and urging politicians to make Delaware more eco-friendly are simple ways that I treat the environment better and respect Earth, our common home.
Decreasing the amount of energy that I use and encouraging my friends and family to do the same is a way that I can directly affect the amount of fossil fuels burned for energy. Wherever we go, my friends and I turn off unused lights and only use the amount of water that is necessary. These are particularly easy ways to help the environment because they take no time out of the day, require little to no effort, and are easy habits to get into and spread to other people.
Whenever citizens feel that an issue their local politicians are voting on pertains to them personally, they can mail a letter to the politicians to ask them to consider their circumstances and why they want the politicians to vote a certain way. An issue that pertains to me personally is conservation of the earth. While singular people who use less energy are contributing to a greener world, if companies continue to pump out dangerous chemicals into the air and water, nothing can be done to stop the environment’s decline. So whenever an environmental vote comes up, I mail a letter to my local representatives to remind them that voting to put checks on big manufacturing businesses is one of the most important things for preserving the earth and its resources. Even though I can’t vote yet, I can still make a difference in government through my politicians.
Everyone who is able must put in an effort to save our earth, before it is too late. With every voice and outlet available, citizens of every country need to work against the earth’s deterioration. If we all work together, as a whole world, we can make the earth beautiful, green and safe for all the generations after us. We have to be aware of the life or death situation of pollution and other ecological burdens; we have to be aware that our lives are dependent on the earth’s life, and if we destroy the earth, we destroy ourselves. Pope Francis understands this better than any other pope before him. He knows that God wants us to protect the beautiful world he gave us. God wants us to protect our common home, with every way we can.
Ellie Kooney, an eighth-grader at St. Gerard School in Lansing, Michigan, wins the second-place prize of $300 in Division I of the Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
Our Earth, The Pope’s Call
“The earth cries out to us because of the harm we have inflicted on her by our irresponsible use and abuse of the goods with which God has endowed her,” Pope Francis says. The world 65 million years ago was very different than our earth today. There were no roads. No giant buildings that tower over our cemented land. No polluted waters that we now have to drink from. No humans, no problem it seemed. There used to be many amazing creatures on this earth. Out of the many African elephants that once lived, only 415,000 still live in the wild. Numerous bees now are on the endangered species list. Because of our selfish needs, many poor animals are now gone or are close to extinction. What will you do to stop this? What will you do to make the earth whole again? Well, there are some people out there trying to make the world good again.
My family and I are one of those dedicated to making the world a better place. In our lives, we work to preserve the earth. Ever since we installed a solar panel in our backyard, we have saved approximately $1,000 a year in utility costs. Installing solar panels is a great way to use the sun as a renewable energy source instead of using fossil fuels, such as coal and oil. My mom teaches an elective at my school about the environment and how to be careful with our natural resources. She is teaching young students to help take better care of the earth so that it is a cleaner, healthier place to live. My family and I recycle and compost our waste. This helps the earth by making it so there are fewer landfills, and composting our waste is like feeding the earth in a good way. We buy and grow organic fruits and vegetables locally. This way we reduce using fossil fuels and pesticides. My mom and dad also drive hybrid-energy cars, which reduces the use of fossil fuels and oil. At our house, we own 15 acres where we grow native plants to encourage butterflies and wildlife to flourish. Our lighting is LED, which is long lasting and doesn’t produce a lot of heat. These bulbs last 10 to 15 times longer than traditional filament light bulbs. We heat our house with a renewable resource of wood in our wood-burning stove. All of these examples show that my family and I are trying to tend to the earth and the pope’s call.
When we tend to the pope’s call, we are saving the earth. God created this beautiful home and it would be disrespectful to treat it in such a harmful way. He calls you all to step up and be good stewards for generations to come. Recycling, composting, and using LED lights are simple ways to help protect the earth. I implore you all to try, try and make the world a better place and listen to the pope’s call. We all want to enjoy our life on earth and should preserve our world for many years to come. Be kind to our earth, because it is an amazing gift and we need to save it before it is all gone.
Tobin Doherty, an eighth-grader at Our Lady of Good Counsel Catholic School in Vienna, Virginia, wins the third-place award of $150 in Division I of the Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is his winning essay…
Our Changing Home
The pope is calling us to action, not just Catholics like you and me, but rather all the people who have come to know and love this planet. He is suggesting that instead of draining the earth of all its fruits for our own selfish needs, we join together to combat this ecological crisis. The pope is God’s messenger and he is imploring us to be respectful to the earth, our common home. While this is a religious message, it is equally scientific. We need to change what we value in society and how we consume. Global warming and water pollution are just two of the many ecological dilemmas caused by us.
As we have learned in science, for every action there is a reaction. Our “greedy” consumption has caused ecological damage beyond belief. Scientists agree that there is climatic warming that has adversely affected everyone, but has been particularly harsh on those who live in poverty. Here, in the United States, we have the highest standard of living in the world. We enjoy the fruits of technology; however, in Africa, technology has only brought harm. The fossil fuels we are burning to create energy are creating harmful gases that we are releasing into the atmosphere. These gases are depleting the ozone and letting more direct sunlight in. We need to be happy with what we have, and stop wanting more. We need to stop excessively consuming.
Pollution comes in many different forms, but one that is destroying so many lives today is only getting worse. Water pollution is harming the lives of so many. About 358 million people lack clean water in Africa alone. Mining, industrial processes, deforestation and agriculture are all leading contributors to water pollution all over the world, but especially in Africa, where again the less fortunate are affected more greatly than we can imagine. We have exploited all the resources of other countries to use to our advantage, and left them with pollution. We need to stop thinking about ourselves and start thinking of others. I know it can be easy to just sit at home and pretend that everything is OK, but it’s not. The more I read the pope’s encyclical, the more I feel overwhelmed, but as God’s people, we need to believe and have faith that together we can make a difference. Change starts with one small step.
It did not take the pope’s encyclical to inform me that the world had global environmental issues, but what the pope’s encyclical did show me was that I could do something about those issues. The pope is calling you and me to action. Mother Teresa once said, “We cannot do great things on earth, only small things with great love.” I have worked hard to raise money for those less fortunate. But the pope gave clear direction to my charitable mission. My confirmation group decided that clean water in Africa was one of the greatest needs in the world. We decided to raise money for a charity called Wine to Water. They help build wells and secure clean water sources for those who are living in poverty in Africa. Continuing to raise money for charities such as Wine to Water is a small but meaningful way to answer the pope’s call to help those living in poverty and now, pollution. Every time I drink a glass of water, I am reminded of the great need to help others who do not enjoy this amazing privilege.
The pope’s writings gave new meaning to the word “consumption.” To me, this word now means greed and self-indulgence at another person’s great expense. As one of a family of seven children, I have learned to recycle everything from clothes to furniture to cars. My family drives a hybrid, we consume organic products, we heat with wood, and we have learned to get by with less. I believe that this frugal way of life is one small way that I am in step with the pope’s call to action.
We can’t sit in darkness anymore pretending that someone else is going to make the world a better place. We need to do something now, no matter how small. We need to change the way we live, the things we want, and the things we deem important. We must be cognizant that our gain is likely someone else’s great loss. I want to leave this world a better place than when I arrived.
WINNERS – Division 2 (grades 9-12)
Meenu Johnkutty, a 12th-grader at Kennedy Catholic High School in Somers, New York, wins the $1,000 Bishop Patrick J. Byrne Award, named for the missioner who died on a forced march in Korea in 1950.
Below is her winning essay…
Saving Our Earth
I am running on the back trails of the small city of Somers, New York, crushing decaying vibrant orange, red and yellow leaves underneath my feet. The streams alongside the trail gurgle as small fish scurry away at the sound of my feet pounding on the dirt. The air is crisp and fresh, and I am in awe of this remarkable splendor, the work of an intelligent Creator. But, the scene changes rapidly as I board the train that will bring me back home. The train cuts through paths made in the woods, where soda cans and cigarette boxes are carelessly strewn on the tracks and the streams are tinted brown with waste and carry plastic bottles instead of live fish. My eyes, which were once overwhelmed by the beauty of a New York autumn, are now saddened at our failed responsibility as a human race to take care of our spinning blue and green planet.
Though many might not realize it, our world is slowly slipping away from our fingers. According to the U.S. Department of Transportation, since the Industrial Revolution, carbon dioxide levels have increased by 30 percent, methane concentrations have doubled, and nitrous oxide levels have gone up 15 percent. When greenhouse gases accumulate in extraordinary levels, the amount of heat trapped in our atmosphere increases as well. This warming of the planet, termed global warming, has disastrous effects, ranging from the melting of polar ice caps to the extinction of many wildlife species. Our responsibility for this global issue, as well as our duty to fix it, is immense. Thus, the need to heed Pope Francis’ call to “protect our common home” must not be taken lightly, or we run the risk of losing our planet forever.
Our only solution to this pressing issue is collective global action. Anaerobic digestion (biological processes in which microorganisms break down biodegradable material in the absence of oxygen) is one solution that has been gaining popularity all over the world. Personally, I became passionate about global warming as a freshman in high school when I researched and wrote a winning essay about the benefits of implementing biodigesters in rural communities. During a visit to my parents’ village in India, I was shocked to see mounds of trash burning on the sides of the dirt roads. However, if biodigesters were used in these communities, this burning trash could be used to produce biogas. The benefits of biogas are extraordinary, ranging from home heating to developing rural communities. Anaerobic digestion has already coined many successes in China and western European countries. Even in the United States, the students at the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh piloted an anaerobic digestion program that produced enough biogas to power up to 10 percent of the 13,500-student institution! Thus, with the implementation of anaerobic digestion, our landfills, rife with biodegradable material, can be siphoned into biogas production that can power many appliances in the future.
Along with supporting a future run with renewable energy sources like the sun, water and wind, we must also protest projects within the United States that threaten our future as a clean energy superpower. The Dakota Access Pipeline is one such project that threatens this future. This pipeline would transport over 470,000 barrels of crude oil from Canada to the United States, thus delaying the transition from fossil fuels to alternative sources of energy. Protesters have been protesting this pipeline since October 2014. Thus, the time to switch to alternative forms of energy, which will stop our dependence on a finite fossil fuel supply, is now. We must protest and join in the fight against greedy corporations that do not weigh environmental risks as heavily.
As a teenager passionate about global warming and climate change, I want to see a future where my generation and future generations will not have to pay for the damage caused by greed and self-driven interests. What good is a world that has profited from big oil companies when the very world we are standing on will no longer be the planet earth that we know, the mother earth that has held us and nourished us. What will we say to our grandchildren who will look into our eyes and ask, “Why didn’t you stop this?” By heeding the pope’s call and taking action within our communities, we can and must slow down climate change before it is too late.
Katie Hess, a 12-grader at Bethlehem Catholic High School in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, wins the second-place award of $300 in Division II of the Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
Anxiously at Peace with Nature
Before I have time to prepare myself, there’s a hand clasped around my throat that causes my breathing to shift into shallow, heaving gasps as my airway constricts. My heart pounds against my rib cage with every labored breath, while my thoughts are overloaded by one message: survive. Time slows down and I am forced to fight off my attacker with every ounce of strength in my body, except there is no attacker. I am alone.
This is what it is like for the 6 million people who suffer from panic attacks every day. They can happen anywhere, for no reason, and without any warning. There is no cure. Some people find relief by spending hours of their day in a therapist’s office or taking dangerous medications. However, I find relief by simply going for a walk outside. Nature has always been cathartic for me. When I experience these sudden attacks that no one else can understand, I find the peace of our Lord’s presence by surrounding myself in His creation. Perhaps the greatest joy in my life has stemmed from walks through my community’s nature trail. The 10-mile trail is surrounded by a forest and lined by a river that is home to many families of wildlife. In my opinion, it is as beautiful as what I imagine the Garden of Eden would look like.
Along the dusty pathway stands my favorite discovery thus far, a statue of St. Francis of Assisi. It is located beside the bench on which I have found the perfect place for offering my anxieties to God. In his encyclical Laudato Si’, Pope Francis describes St. Francis by writing, “His response to the world around him was so much more than intellectual appreciation, for to him each and every creature was a sister united to him by bonds of affection. That is why he felt called to care for all that exists.” After I pray with St. Francis, I am filled with his desire to care for God’s creation. I realize it is crucial to care for creation because I am a living part of it. God designed me in His image and likeness just as He designed every part of the trail, from the smallest flower to the tallest tree. If the trail were to become polluted and blackened by man’s carelessness, I would not be able to experience the peace that has calmed my anxiety for four years now.
I have made a conscious effort to reduce my material waste in order to preserve nature and keep the trail clean. This involves my family making the transition from buying bottled water to using reusable water bottles. Since I have become involved with recycling in my school’s Eco Club, I have encouraged the families in my parish to recycle plastic water bottles and newspapers. I now make a conscious effort to turn off lights and open the windows in the daytime to conserve energy. Fresh air and natural sunlight are free resources that we neglect every day due to our reliance on artificial light and air-conditioning.
I find consolation in the pope’s encyclical when he writes, “We must not think that these efforts are not going to change the world. They benefit society, often unbeknown to us, for they call forth a goodness that inevitably tends to spread. They can enable us to live more fully and to feel that life on earth is worthwhile.” Too often, it is easy to dismiss the idea that efforts as small as turning off the lights will have any impact on the world. We are naïve to think such. According to the National Energy Saving Trust, turning off one unneeded light could remove up to 376 pounds of carbon dioxide emissions a year.
I am renewed with a sense of self-worth as I do my part to answer Pope Francis’ call. I realize that I have the ability to create a significant and personal impact on our planet. My anxiety does not limit nor define me; rather, it has filled me with the desire to strive for a cleaner earth so that other people may find the same consolation I feel because of nature. I would have never imagined there being a useful purpose to my suffering, yet here I am, striving to make a difference because of it.
Joseph D’Agostino, a ninth-grader at St. Thomas Academy in Mendota Heights, Minnesota, wins the third-place award of $150 in Division II of the Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is his winning essay…
Planting Seeds for the Future
Humanity is beginning to take a heavy toll on our planet Earth. Especially in the last two decades, we have taken for granted this God-given gift, assuming the earth will always repair the damages caused by human beings, no matter how large the destruction. A biblical verse that puts this situation into perspective is from Genesis 2:15: “The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and keep it.” God did not give this world to humanity so that we could squander and plunder its riches, but rather to care for it, be good stewards of this gift. Since the beginning of time, God has told humanity to care for his creation. This applies even more today than it did in the time of Adam and Eve. This is not a message only for the United States but a message for the entire world. When Pope Francis elevated the issue of environmental conservation, he broadened the issue from a debate between first world countries to all nations on this planet. The challenge for my generation, as with all preceding generations, is to tackle the issues presented to us, and therefore it is the sacred obligation of my generation to preserve and protect our environment for future generations and out of respect for our God who created it for us.
In last year’s earth science class, I had the opportunity to look at the data linking the increase in greenhouse gases to global climate change. After learning how the data pointed to a cause-and-effect, I decided that there must be something I could do to break this cycle, if only for my little corner of the earth. That following weekend, I researched how to make a composting station and garden and proceeded to my local lumberyard to gather the necessary materials. I built the composting station to take food products that my family would usually throw in the trash, such as cornhusks or eggshells, and repurposed them to make my own soil. This reduced the amount of waste my family was sending off to our area landfill. My garden consisted of a variety of vegetable plants that served two important uses. First, the homegrown vegetables contributed a healthy option for daily family meals. Second, and perhaps most important, these plants filter out the excess amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and convert it into oxygen. Less carbon dioxide, the main source of greenhouse gases, reduces the impact on the ozone and consequently the change in climate. Of course, the oxygen generated by the plants sustains all human and animal life. It has been a rewarding experience knowing that I am making a difference in preserving Mother Earth and something I plan to do for many years to come.
Although much of my work was completed outside the classroom, I never would have been able to do this without the wisdom and encouragement of my science teacher. Not only did he provide evidence of how humanity is negatively impacting our climate; he also gave my class the opportunity to do something about it. Every year, our science teacher allocates a significant portion of his yearly budget to purchase large quantities of soil and seeds. He encourages students to plant seeds at school, and once germinated, to take the new plantings home to continue their growth into mature fruit-bearing plants. This lesson on climate change was very inspirational to our class in a way I have not seen before in other classes. I intend to assist our science teacher to maintain and even expand this program at my school. My science teacher has planted the seed of conservancy in many students, so that we may grow in the observance of God’s magnificent creation. Much like a mustard seed, my actions are infinitesimal compared to the amount of pollution happening every day, but, like any good sower, I hope that my little efforts will grow and spread bigger than I can even image and create a prosperous future for generations to come.
Results of 2015 Essay Contest
Pope Francis declared a Jubilee Year of Mercy from Dec. 8, 2015 to Nov. 20, 2016, in which he’s asked all Catholics to focus on following the example of God, who, Jesus says, does not judge us harshly but offers us love and forgiveness
We asked students grades 6-12 to share real-life inspirational stories about mercy, and convey the lessons learned about the need for mercy worldwide.
Entries received for our 2015 “Mission of Mercy” Essay Contest were judged a panel of more than 50 Maryknoll missioners, all of whom were elated to read the personal stories of people helping others. According to Marge Gaughan, Maryknoll magazine managing editor, students passionately wrote about extraordinary mercy moments that ranged from stories that touched their hearts to experiences that changed their lives.
2015 Essay Contest Winners
The 2015 contest received close to 6,500 entries from students who competed in two divisions (grades 6 to 8 and grades 9 to 12) for nearly $3,000 in cash prizes:
- $1,000 for each of the two first-place finalists
- $300 for each of the two second-place finalists
- $150 for third place
“Unfortunately, only three essays in each division could be selected as winners,” said Maryknoll Sister Mary Ellen Manz, who coordinated the judging. “But we were so inspired by all the students who shared their experiences and ideas that we congratulate each one as well as their teachers who encouraged them to write.”
2014 Winners Seen by Pope Francis & Sent a Letter from the Vatican
The six winners of the 2014 Maryknoll Magazine Essay Contest were seen by Pope Francis.
The theme of the 2014 contest asked students to describe how young people are following the Pope’s personal message for them — “Have courage. Go forward. Make noise.”
WINNERS – Division 1 (grades 6-8)
Grace Wilson, an eighth-grader at Saint James Elementary School in Red Bank, New Jersey, wins the $1,000 Bishop Francis X. Ford Award, named for the Maryknoll missioner who was in the first group of Maryknoll missioners to China and died in a prison there in 1952.
Below is her winning essay…
Someone Special Needs You
Mercy is compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone or something. Acts of Mercy are performed as actions seeking forgiveness or charity and are identified with Christianity and most specifically, the Roman Catholic Church. Common Acts of Mercy include burying the dead, visiting the imprisoned or sick, clothing the naked and sheltering the homeless. There are many Acts of Mercy, but one more personal one inspired me more than any other act.
My sister, Ryan, fed starving orphans in Thailand this past summer. She was there on a medical internship when she was scheduled to visit an orphanage in a poverty-stricken part of the country. Upon arriving, she saw that the orphanage where over 100 children were living was made of bamboo and floating on a lake. She learned that the orphanage and families whose homes float on that lake are too poor to pay land taxes so they live in floating homes. Sadly, the lake is prone to flooding, where people can die in the rising waters.
When Ryan saw the children so severely undernourished, she was deeply disheartened. Yet, even though they were hungry, they were still very glad to see Ryan. She played with the children and saw some of them didn’t get to eat that day due to the lack of food supplies.
As she was departing, she felt awful leaving the children with no food to eat. Even though she would be late to get back to work at her internship, Ryan was determined to do something for these children. She went to the nearest market and purchased a 30-pound bag of rice. She drove all the way back to the orphanage with the rice. The children were crying with joy and dancing around her and the bag of rice. Ryan told me that she cried tears of joy for being able to help the children but also tears of sadness for she knew they needed more.
I listened to my sister’s experience firsthand and she painted a picture of the village, the orphanage, the children, the poverty and their hunger. I am so proud of her and, after hearing her story, I know that I am capable of doing the same.
This act of mercy has inspired me more than any other because I was able to connect with my sister and her words. I think that when an Act of Mercy is carried out by someone close to you, it affects you greatly. Listening to my sister speak about her experience moved me to take action. This Act of Mercy has inspired me to work at an organization, Someone Special Needs You, where people provide socialization for autistic and handicapped teenagers and adults. We play games, do crafts and eat meals together.
Perhaps it is not as merciful as my sister feeding the hungry, but I believe I am making a difference. When I spend time with my “buddies” at Someone Special Needs You, they make me look at the world differently. For example, my buddy Daniel asked me if I was happy. I thought: What a powerful question that no one has ever asked me before! He smiled when I responded that I was happy. The truth is, I was happy to be spending time with him. I was touched that he asked how I was feeling and because he was genuinely excited that I was happy. What a special friend I made! I can only hope that I make him smile as much as he makes me smile! I have made it my goal, my Act of Mercy, to spread happiness with my special friends.
Mercy is an act that shows empathy and charity to others. I have heard about many Acts of Mercy, but the one that has encouraged me the most is my sister’s act of feeding poor orphans. It has inspired me to volunteer with Someone Special Needs You. Today, I feel like my buddies do more for me than I do for them. Specifically, I feel God’s love in Daniel’s smile. I feel God in my heart when Daniel and I laugh together. I feel like I have received so much more than I have given at Someone Special Needs You because my heart is full. Perhaps that is the secret to performing Acts of Mercy. Perhaps we grow closer to God because we are able to do for others and our hearts become nourished. Perhaps we who perform Acts of Mercy are the true beneficiaries, not the poor, hungry or naked.
Julia Osborne, a seventh-grader at Saint John Fisher School in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, wins the second-place prize of $300 in Division I of the 2015 Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
Mercy: The Kindest Act of Selfless Love
Mercy, the kindest act of selfless love that someone can bestow upon another, is one of our greatest missions as Catholics. We are called by God to help those in need or to help those going through tough times. It is our vocation to spread love throughout the world. Jesus teaches us that it doesn’t take much to show mercy. Even if we don’t have much to give, we are committed to helping one another. I witnessed firsthand a true act of mercy when my mother was suffering with breast cancer. During this very tough time for my family and me, our school families and friends showed true compassion by supporting us with many prayers and daily meals, for which we are eternally grateful. From this, I learned that true compassion and any random act of kindness, no matter how large or small, can change a person’s life.
In January 2013, my family’s lives changed forever. My mom was diagnosed with stage 2/3 breast cancer and faced a long journey of surgery, chemotherapy and radiation. Prior to her surgery in March, Monsignor Sork, our pastor at St. John Fisher, performed an Anointing of the Sick for her. It was very emotional, but it brought great comfort to her the day of her surgery. She says, “I was so calm before surgery. It felt like God was embracing me and protecting me. Even the doctors couldn’t believe how calm I was!”
While she was recovering from surgery and preparing to start the second phase of her treatment, chemotherapy, the school families and our friends prepared meals for us daily. Each day a different family showed their mercy by taking time out of their busy schedules to make sure that my family was well cared for and nourished with a meal. At the same time, the school children (kindergarten through eighth grade) showed their sympathy by creating a prayer chain from colored paper and expressed their love and support for my family and me through their prayers. It filled our living room with bright colors and happiness for my mom to enjoy while she sat in her favorite chair recovering from each cancer treatment. Luckily, she survived this tough journey. As a result, our family learned many life lessons of mercy, true compassion, gratitude and thankfulness through the extraordinary acts of kindness from ordinary people.
I was only 10 years old when my life changed forever. At first, I was confused, sad and very worried that I would lose my mom. At the same time, I had to be strong to help my mom fight her illness. When she lost her hair, I held her hand as she sobbed. When she felt sick, I brought her sparkling water. When she felt ugly, I would tell her she was beautiful. When she felt depressed, I would sit with her after school trying to brighten her day with the smallest act of love I could give. I didn’t realize until this essay that I was showing mercy towards my mom. I love my mom. I would do anything for her. When our friends brought food, they stayed for a while and talked about the day to help ease our minds. Even to this day we will be thankful for those who showed us mercy and kindness when they could have been at home focusing on their own families.
The life lessons we all learned from this journey are that showing mercy and performing random acts of kindness not only makes you feel good, but it also has a huge impact on the recipient’s life. I will continue to live my life loving and supporting anyone who needs a comforting and compassionate friend, just as others have done for my family and me. “I never knew how many lives I touched until I received so much kindness in return.” Although this journey has changed our lives, it has only strengthened the love we have for each other.
Codi Dicharry, an eighth-grader at St. Peter Chanel Interparochial School in Paulina, Louisiana, wins the third-place prize of $150 for Division I of the 2015 Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
A Story of Mercy
This story is about a 17-year-old boy named Alan, who went to a basketball championship that was being held downtown in the sports arena. After the game, in the parking lot, he walked 10 feet to his car and was randomly shot and killed by an inner-city gang member. Alan’s father, Keith, and mother, Donna, could not understand why their son was killed. Even though they tried to spend their days and nights trying to raise their other kids and going to work, they were having trouble with accepting what happened.
They were filled with anger and consumed with the ongoing investigation into the killing. After the closing arguments in the murder case, it took the jury only five hours to come back with a guilty verdict. The gang member who killed their son was sentenced to life in prison. Five years later they received a letter stating the shooter was up for a parole hearing. This letter brought back all the pain and feelings they thought were gone. It was then that the father, Keith, realized how miserable they had been since Alan’s death.
Alan’s father decided to go to the hearing to see the shooter again. The parole proceedings were brief and parole was denied. Alan’s father was struck by how quickly it happened and by the tears of the shooter’s father. For the first time, he realized that there were victims on both ends of the gun. He walked over to the shooter’s father and shook his hand. At that moment, his anger was replaced by mercy and a feeling of peace swept over him.
Over the next few years, the two men formed an alliance to help gang members stop the violence and find their place in the world. They went from school to school in the inner city with their story, hoping to make a difference and a better understanding of life for the gang members. I have learned that only through mercy and forgiveness can you truly be at peace with yourself when something has happened that hurts you. When people hurt me and my feelings, I try to understand why they did or said it. I pray for them to be made aware of what they do and how it affects people, so they can become better Christians.
Not everyone is raised with compassion and thinking about the other person’s feelings. In our world today, not too many people worry about doing the right thing. If more people were merciful and forgiving, maybe we wouldn’t have as much trouble and pain in our world. Our Catholic religion tries to teach us to forgive and be merciful to others in our world. We have many different people and ways of doing things. If we do good to one person, it makes a difference. If everyone was nice to one person a day, it would be a change for the better.
WINNERS – Division 2 (grades 9-12)
Anna Brest, an 11th-grader at Cary High School in Cary, North Carolina, wins the $1,000 Bishop Patrick J. Byrne Award, named for the Maryknoll missioner who died on a forced march in Korea in 1950.
Below is her winning essay…
A Journey Toward Mercy
I was born in a small town in Russia. My mother was 19 years old, unmarried and had some intellectual disabilities. She gave me up for adoption. This was the beginning of my journey toward learning the depth, the power and the joy of God’s mercy.
My adoptive mother found me in an orphanage half a world away and brought me home when I was 13 months old. She brought me into a loving and supportive network of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends who have made me as much a part of the family as they who share DNA. I have enjoyed a blessed life as part of this family. Despite that, I harbored anger toward my birth mother and toward God.
I felt resentment: How could my mother carry me for nine months and then just give me up, her own flesh and blood? I felt guilt: It must have been my fault that she gave me up. Did I cry too much, was I not cute enough? I felt helpless: I was just a baby; I couldn’t control any of those things. Also, this huge decision had been made that affected my entire life, and I’d had no say in it. I felt loss: I yearned to know my mother. I had seen her face. The image was somewhere in my brain, if only I could find it. I wanted to tell her that I was OK and that I had a good life. Then I went back to anger, but this time toward God: Why did He make me go through this? Why did He not care about me? Why did neither He nor my birth mother care about me?
At Mass one Sunday, the priest spoke about how God is always looking over us, and how He cares about everyone unconditionally. I started thinking about that. I decided it was time to really talk to my mom about my adoption. My whole perspective changed after that conversation. During that conversation, my mother taught me mercy as Pope Francis spoke about—going beyond the formality, really understanding and not judging. She helped me see how unprepared and scared and alone my birth mother must have been. She made me realize that my being given up for adoption was not a selfish act; it was the most selfless act she could have made; it was a sacrifice that could only have been made out of absolute love for me.
My perspective toward God changed as well. My mother and I had often spoken about how perfect we were for each other and how amazing it was that we had found each other. Now I started realizing the full extent of God’s elaborate plan. I saw His mercy toward my birth mother: He gave her an option to do what was best for her child, and He stood by her and gave her the strength to make that decision and carry it out. I saw His mercy toward my adoptive mother, a single woman who yearned for a child. He blessed her with me, and with the supportive family she already had who helped her through the adoption process and who love me as if I were their own. I saw His mercy toward me; He had been watching out for me after all. He made me part of the family I was meant to be a part of, even if there was a detour on the road to get there.
Realizing the extent of God’s mercy changed me. Gratitude replaced anger. Faith replaced doubt. Forgiveness replaced guilt. Understanding replaced judgment. My faith is strong.
I recently received the sacrament of confirmation. I chose William, the patron saint of adopted children, as my saint. With William at my side, I am sure to remember my lesson in mercy, as well as selflessness, strength and love.
We live in a fast-paced society where we encounter many people every day. It is easy to judge, to not take the time to understand. It is easy to harbor anger or hatred, rather than take the time and effort to forgive. It is easy to be so overwhelmed that we look out only for ourselves, and don’t take the time to think of others. The experience of God’s mercy changed all of that for me, and it will do the same for others. If only everyone could have the same experience, what a harmonious and joyous world we would live in.
Adriana Collins, a 12th-grader at Huntingtown High School in Huntingtown, Maryland, wins the second-place prize of $300 for Division II of the 2015 Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
Light at the End of the Tunnel
Three raps on the door of an old musty trailer.
“Social Services. Open up!” a voice yelled from the outside. Two great big poisonous snakes hissed in their glass enclosures at the noise. A woman with bloodshot and angry eyes stood up from the couch to the right of my bed. The putrid smell of alcohol and smoke enveloped her entire being. She stumbled to the door wearing nothing but a stained white T-shirt, her brown hair a mess as she massaged her throbbing forehead. It had been another late night for my mom. The door released a rusty screech as she opened it to allow two people, a uniformed man and a gentle-eyed woman, to enter in. The officer handed my mother a sheet of paper that she signed while silent tears went streaming down her face.
My older sister was standing in the center of the trailer, mouth agape and clutching a familiar stuffed purple dinosaur while the angry bruises she had endured at the hands of our father lay invisible under her pink T-shirt and urine-swollen diaper. Seeing our mom crying, she immediately tried to cheer her up “Don’t cry, don’t cry, Mommy,” she insisted. Shaking with fear, I stayed in my own little corner. I dared not make a sound. Soon, I was coaxed out of my haven by the woman who carried me and my sister out the rusty door of the trailer to the world outside. She told us that if Mommy and Daddy cleaned up their lives, we would be brought back to live with them again, but they never did. And so we left everything we knew and entered into the foster care system. Eventually, our birth parents realized they were incapable of taking care of us due to their obsession with drugs, alcohol and sex, or perhaps they gave up trying. We were surrendered to the state and put up for adoption.
There is a saying that says, “There is a light at the end of the tunnel,” and I firmly believe that my sister’s and my light came in the form of an incomplete family of four: one mother, one father and two brothers. We were welcomed into their family almost immediately. My sister and I were the two who made this family complete. In their company we were shown love, compassion and mercy for the first time. Because of them, I learned how to smile and laugh. They taught me how to break down the walls I built to shut out the pain and abuse I endured at the hands of my birth parents. They taught me how to love again.
Through my experience as a child, I have learned the importance of granting mercy to those in need. No matter how dark a situation seems, or how eternal it appears to be, there is and always will be a light at the end of the tunnel. As I have grown to this stage in my life, there have been many situations where I have seen people in desperate situations, some were homeless and starving, some were abused and depressed. Because of my past and the grace and mercy my adoptive parents have showed me, I know how much one gentle merciful action can affect a multitude of lives for the better. Because of my past, I reach out to animals and people in need so that their future may also be changed. Although life will never be void of suffering, I know that even the smallest acts of mercy can change the world for the better. Will you show mercy to someone in need today?
Caitlin Simpson a 12th-grader at Robinson High School in Robinson, Texas, wins the third-place prize of $150 for Division II of the 2015 Maryknoll Student Essay Contest.
Below is her winning essay…
A Knock on the Door
He was a troubled boy, and he was a boy who was always in trouble. Even if he wasn’t looking for it, trouble came knocking on his door. That is how my dad met him, and that is why my dad was his teacher.
Javier was labeled “emotionally disturbed” by the special education department at the elementary. This “confidential” label was nothing of the sort in our small town. It seemed everyone knew he was different. His label was not necessary to set him apart. People had already done that. Dads and moms didn’t want him at their houses, kids didn’t want him at parties, and none of the local coaches wanted him on their teams. He was already without friends, without an outlet and without hope. He was alone. By junior high, he was in and out of Alternative Education Placement, and he spent more time suspended from school than in it.
If it were up to Javier, he never would have made it to high school. He would stop school and work on a hot roof or remodel houses. He thought, “No one to fight with, no one to trouble and no one to pretend to care.” He knew it wouldn’t be long after high school that he would be in jail. “So why not speed up the process?” he thought. Thank God he was forced to go.
The first day of his freshman year was like all the others. His peers hurled jeers at him, and his teachers avoided eye contact. Javier was used to it, and he played into it. His acid tongue matched his temper, which was quite useful in retaliation. This life seemed inevitable, but then, a new class began. Javier said, “I remember the time, the room number, and the exact desk I sat in. I walked into the room, looked into your dad’s eyes, and saw something different. It scared me. It wasn’t fear, regret or disdain, but rather kindness and respect. I didn’t recognize it, but it shook me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I did best: I popped off to him, looked him right in the eye and said, ‘Don’t you know who I am?’ Your dad said, ‘I have no idea who you are, but I am Mr. Simpson, and it is a pleasure to know you!’ This was the first time anyone didn’t already know who I was!”
Actually, my dad had heard of Javier. Teachers made it a point to “warn” him. He had received emails, papers and notes about Javier, but he had no idea who he really was. To my dad, he was a child of God who deserved the respect and admiration of a fellow brother in Christ. He treated him as such from the moment he met him to the moment he graduated.
Javier’s life began to change. It was a slow process, but it was progress. At first, he didn’t really participate in class, but he didn’t keep anyone from learning. This was a small step in the eyes of my dad, but a huge step in the eyes of his classmates. Then, he started actually answering questions. Next, he would do class work and turn it in. This new attitude spilled over into other classes. Towards the end of the year, the boy that everyone had known turned into a boy people wanted to know. Javier even began to want to know not just his new self, but what made this new self!
Javier eventually left his behavior classes. He left them for bigger and better things, and moved into honors classes. Most importantly, he found Christ! After four years, he graduated with honors and with God!
From then on, my father would use his story to share the positive things that mercy and kindness can build. It made me realize that I am here to help others realize the power, love and mercy God pours out upon His people. I can testify now that mercy works! It not only works, but it is contagious.
When Javier graduated from high school in 2005, my dad hoped he might see him again, but didn’t plan on it. Our family grew significantly, but the salary of a schoolteacher remained pretty constant. We never went without, but we sure didn’t have much extra. God always provided. One thing was certain: we needed a bigger house! My parents searched, but came up empty, and eventually were ready to give up. Enter God’s grace!
We got a knock on the door one evening. Mom answered, and immediately her face lit up! She quickly called Dad to the door to see who it was. It was Javier! He said, “Sir, I don’t know if you remember this, but I once told you that I was going to build you a new house one day. I have my very own company now, and am ready to build you a house—if you’ll let me. Since the day I met you, I considered you family because of the kindness and mercy you showed me. Because of that, I will not accept a penny over what it costs me to build it.” Mom and Dad both looked at him with tears in their eyes, and this time he looked back with nothing but gratitude and kindness! God’s mercy is indeed boundless.