This summer as the Public Relations and Special Events intern at Denver Rescue Mission has truly been an unforgettable experience. Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, I never left my city much. Besides the occasional Las Vegas family trips and trips to National Parks, I rarely left California. In the fall of 2015, my friend, Kelsey, and I applied to Denver Rescue Mission as interns. Suddenly, there was a huge decision to make. Was my calling to stay in California to intern at a typical PR firm working in the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles? Or did I want to do something a little more meaningful in a completely new state and culture? Well, I guess writing this blog post answers that question.
After packing the car and driving 17-hours alongside Kelsey, who also accepted an internship at Denver Rescue Mission, we finally made it. It was my first time in Colorado, first time in Denver, and this was technically the furthest east I’ve ever gone in the United States. Sad, I know. I was extremely hesitant and scared for what lied ahead of me. I once worked at a YMCA, where I will never return to because of the chaos and egoistic attitude everyone wore. It hurt me to see that such a national organization was being consumed by greed and selfishness, or at least at my specific branch. I wondered if working at Denver Rescue Mission would be the same. Thankfully, I can say it has been the total opposite.
My internship here at Denver Rescue Mission was more than I could ever ask for. It was swept me off my feet and I have never been more confident or eager to grab the next opportunity by the horns. Through it all, I have gained so much knowledge about the general duties of PR practitioners, how to act professionally and how to handle the media. I have done so much over this summer, both in my personal or professional life, and I know that my standards have definitely risen after working here. From attending meetings, events, and concerts to working on social media, media pitches, and weekly reports, I have really dabbled in a little bit of everything to broaden my knowledge of how work gets done in this field. As I return to school and apply for internships near me, I am grateful that my supervisors at Denver Rescue Mission have prepared me for the future.
As I continue to grow older and learn more about myself, I think I have found a new love for putting myself outside of my comfort zone and truly immersing myself in new situations. That is when I have grown the most and truly appreciate all that I have, in addition to helping me find my passion. Working at Denver Rescue Mission has helped me discover that I want to help people who are struggling. Through this summer, Christ has shown me that I can always help improve the lives of other people. In such a twisted and unfair world, I believe that everyone should have a chance to succeed and show their ability to their fullest. Wherever I may end up in a couple of years, I know that because of this experience, I will walk away with at least the desire to help save the lives of those suffering in any situation. This summer, the Mission has been a place to call home and I know that this will not be my last time here.
There’s something about Colorado that has won my heart. Both the big and little things have made a huge impact on my stay here. The beautiful sunsets every night behind the mountain ranges. The freshness of the air. The Colorado pride that everyone shares so eagerly. People actually saying “hi” while passing each other on the street. The food here that is so different and tasty (green chili, I’m looking at you). The close proximity to nature. The abundance of free parking, even in downtown (you just have to look for it). The amount of Subaru’s on the road. The amazing restaurant, Casa Bonita. The bipolar weather that is truly not the same anywhere else. The one-way streets that I’ve gone down incorrectly way too many times. The *wonderful* train that passes by The Crossing every 20 minutes. The amazing relationships I’ve made at Denver Rescue Mission. And last but not least, my heart for the homeless community in Denver, who are trying to get back on their feet, all in the name of Jesus Christ.
Amen to that.