St. Gerard's Outreach program happens every summer. Our trips go to Olive Hill, Kentucky; Disaster Relief in various locations; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; New Orleans; Detroit; Louisiana; Boston Soup Kitchens; NH Outward Bound up Mt.Washington. Qualified CYO members must apply and be chosen for a trip.

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In Their Own Words...

We made a community feel no longer forgotten, let children feel the joy and simplicity of play, and felt a piece of our hearts fall for Cuba.

I’m eighteen years old and I visited Cuba last week. I’m going to tell you all about the experience.

This trip taught me so much about life, family, friendship, and hope, in a time I really needed to do some discovery and reflection. It has made me appreciate my privilege, but also taught me that all of the things I have because of my privilege, like all of the "stuff," doesn’t matter at all.

Life is beautifully simple in Cuba. The people are faced with the struggles of poverty, yet use their faith, love, and hope to channel their gratitude for what they do have, like family, friends, food, water, and a beautiful culture. Their lives are centered around people, not things, and every day revolves around love and experiences. And I didn’t think I could adopt that way of life so easily in just one week. I felt the human connections and interactions and felt like my presence and St. Gerard’s Outreach presence meant something special with every hello and goodbye to the people of Manzanillo.

In an impoverished and communist country, it is easy for citizens to feel forgotten. However, our group showed the Manzanillo, Callo Espino, and Limones people that they are not forgotten or alone. We empathize with them, made lifelong friendships, exchanged aspects of our cultures, and most importantly, we let them know that we were there for them not only for eight days, but forever. Our Cuban communities taught us that language and culture are not barriers, but doors. Doors for discovery and finding a way to connect with someone just by kissing their cheek or holding their hand. This trip was entirely about human connection, faith, love, and above all, hope.

We saw hope in the eyes of a sick elderly woman while we prayed for her and praised her for her strength. We saw hope in the smiles of the children playing frisbee, hockey, or parachute for the first time. We felt hope pouring off of our Cuban family while hugging goodbye because we reminded them it was just a "see you later."

We made a community feel no longer forgotten, let children feel the joy and simplicity of play, and felt a piece of our hearts fall for Cuba. There is something different in the air in Cuba, and it’s not horse poop, it’s magic; it’s love.

And to my family in Cuba, I’m very thankful for your friendship. I’m going to miss you very much. I love you more than you can imagine. Long live Cuba!

-Molly Colburn, Senior
Cuba

 

If Houston could be so overcome with tragedy yet still overflow with love, there is nothing stopping us from shining our lights back home.

Last week, I was fortunate enough to have traveled to Houston, Texas, with the simple goal of providing disaster relief for the victims of Hurricane Harvey that hit just one short year ago. While we went to Houston to help these people get back on track, our experiences have touched our own lives in a way as well.

On our first day we met Martha, an 80-year-old great grandmother to 11-year-old Katie−their house was hit hard by the Hurricane, and they were left alone with no help from anyone around them. While we were only expecting to tear down their walls and rebuild what was damaged in the disaster, we also were able to sit down with Martha and hear her story. To take in what this family has been through in this past year was incredibly eye-opening. However, what truly struck me was how Martha and Katie have gone through all that they have, and yet they still speak of their faith, gratitude, and true belief that God had blessed them with us.

If the two of them can carry this burden with such grace, then my hope is that we can do the same with our own as we return back home. The bottom line is that the people of Texas who have undergone this tragedy do one thing so incredibly well− they love. I do not mean that they love their homes being rebuilt or other materialistic things−they love one another more than anything else.

Houston undergoing the devastation of Hurricane Harvey was tragic, but the unity in loving one another the way these people have will forever be far more powerful than any storm or natural disaster that comes their way.

On our last day of working at Martha and Katie’s house, we gave Katie a gift. While the sight of the Dairy Queen gift card brought Katie’s smile from ear to ear, their reaction to us handing them one of this year’s Outreach t-shirts is one that I will never forget.

I realized in that moment that she saw the shirt with all of our names on the back, that no amount of money was going to make their smiles any bigger than they were then because to them, we were the true gift. And that was not because we put screws and nails in their walls, but because we became a part of their story that they had no control of for so long after the Hurricane. They could not choose to put their house back together or make this awful nightmare go away, so instead they just chose to love. If there is one thing that we can pack up and bring back to Canton to smooth out our own bumps and curves back home, then I truly believe it is the same thing that people like Martha and Katie so clearly emulate−unconditional and unwavering love.

In a world overcome by evil and tragedy, we all need to choose love. These people don’t love the materials or things in life, but one another. They truly recognize that life is all about loving people and using things, not the other way around. We may have gone to Houston to help people like Martha and Katie get back on track, but I truly believe that they have helped us to get back on track too.

After experiencing the faith, love, and light that I have this week, I hope that we can all pack up the gratitude and fill our hearts with the love we have felt this week and try to smooth things out back home. I know I leave Houston with a firmer belief that things do happen for a reason that we may never know, but our faith and hope is what will guide us on our journey. Seeing a house entirely destroyed and left empty from the storm besides a small, crooked sign in the back room entitled "thankful" helped open all of our eyes to the fact that the little things really are important.  It showed me that if Houston could be so overcome with tragedy and darkness yet still overflow with love, then there really is nothing stopping us from shining our lights back home in Canton in the times where things get dark. While I hope more than anything that the people of Houston that we met never forget us, I even more hope that all of us never forget the love we felt here, and that we can squeeze it into our suitcases and head back home to Canton with it to smooth out the bumps and curves back home.

-Kelly Morrissey, Junior
Disaster Relief; Houston, TX

 

This stay has changed my life forever, and I will stand by that statement for as long as I live.

Mid-way through the week [of the Kentucky Outreach trip], I had a conversation with Mike. He said to me that in the week leading up to Outreach and Kentucky, there had been little to no prayers of the faithful at Mass that mentioned us, the kids, who were going to go do what we’d hope was going to be good things. This got me thinking. I realized that back at home, Outreach had become so routine, by no fault of anyone, and that churchgoers could see the full potential of our efforts.

In Harrisburg, we were cheered and sent off by a group of complete strangers. In Kentucky, those we helped praised us. Now what Kentucky has helped me realize is that no one is alone with his or her struggles. Everyone goes through something at one point or another. We should never be afraid to ask others for help.

On my worksite, Mr. Hensley had taken in a woman who’d been struggling with substance abuse. This same Mr. Hensley has metal cages all through his body and walks with a cane, but he nonetheless chooses to house a woman in need.

This stay has changed my life forever, and I will stand by that statement for as long as I live. Maybe I’ll never see Mr. Hensley again, but one thing is for sure and is that you should never, ever give up hope. After a year the woman is now substance-free.

To sum it up, through my many learning experiences, my greatest [experience] was to help others; and whether you receive something back or not, you should always be proud of who you are.

-Billy Wade, Junior
Kentucky

 

For every person we meet, we show that there are people who care about others and that things can get better.

Last week we went on the Outward-Bound trip where we also spent two days with retired veterans in New Hampshire. Going into this trip, I thought I was going to find out more about myself and make connections with others. Although I did, I mainly discovered why we do Outreach.

On our second night of the trip we were asked to reflect on what we expected from the veterans’ home versus what it actually was. I had written that I expected to learn about a little about the veterans’ lives and bring them a new face to see, but it would mean little to them because how much of an impact can a teenager have on someone who risked their lives for our country? I was completely wrong.

Sitting with an older man named Don, he told me that he believed what we are doing has a greater impact than what he did. He said he wouldn’t have had to fight if there were more people like us, bringing hope to other people’s lives changing the world. What he said had me in awe. I would have never compared myself to a Veteran. Don showed me the impact Outreach has on the lives of the people we meet.

There is only so much that can be done in a week. There are only so many problems that can be fixed, and only so many places we can go, but the hope that we spread can last a lifetime. For every person we meet, we show that there are people who care about others and that things can get better.

Outreach showed me that every little thing matters. From the smile you give someone passing by, to the roof you put on their house, it can truly change their life.

-Maria Femia, Freshman
Outward Bound

 

At home at night, you look outside and there’s nothing to notice. In Philly at the Inn, if you look outside, there’s everything to notice.

When I look outside of my Canton, Massachusetts, bedroom window at night I can see my front lawn, my neighbor’s house across the street, a street light, and lights through the tress for the train tracks. There’s nothing unusual or anything special to make a remark about.

At the Saint Frances Inn in Philadelphia, when I look outside the window at around 11:30pm, I can see about 10 out of 20 homeless people asleep on cardboard; some with blankets, some without. Those awake are either doing drugs or just sitting up against the wall looking around. As hours pass by, a few others and me look outside the same window after hearing some commotion. We see a fistfight happening between two men. After it breaks up we turn from the window. Two more hours pass, and when we look outside to see what’s going on, all 20 homeless people are awake.

When I remembered what my advisor said, "Some people have to take drugs at night in order to sleep," it made more sense why everyone was awake. We didn’t look outside anymore, and soon we went upstairs to go to sleep.

The look outside both windows is significantly different. At home at night, you look outside and there’s nothing to notice. In Philly at the Inn, if you look outside, there’s everything to notice.

The next day comes along and we wake up for Mass. After Mass, we give out breakfast and also begin to prepare for the main meal for 4:30. While the main meal comes and goes, I notice 3 things: people that just go there for the meal and can be rude and selfish; the nice people who appreciate what we are doing and have a smile on their face; and the hardworking staff we worked alongside with.

At home, I see all types of people: people with money, and people without; big houses, small houses; quiet people, and loud people. While there are distinct differences from home and Philly, this week has helped me to reflect on the rough patches at home, too. Things you may not see on the surface but are hidden underneath. I learned to look beyond the surface at home.

After the time that I have spent in Philly, I learned that the things that we take for granted in our everyday life are all just dreams of these people, and they are things they probably won’t ever get. Things such as clean water, food, and electricity; yet they can still be more grateful than almost all of us - if not all of us - back home. This trip helped me realize how to smooth things out, not just at the Saint Francis Inn, but at home as well.

-John Bradley, Sophomore
Philadelphia

 

These trips send me back home with a never-ending amount of hope, faith, and happiness... 

For this Outreach trip to Kentucky, things acted as symbols for me. The vans for example, symbolize how far we are all willing to travel. The amount of people that show up to the work sites symbolizes how many are willing to change lives, and the work demanded symbolizes how much we will do to help others. Saint Gerard’s has been going to Olive Hill for 29 years and counting, continuously turning hopes and dreams into reality. We are able to touch the citizens of Olive Hill by keeping their faith going. This is so crucial because peoples lives don’t end they die, it ends when they lose faith. It may be true that Olive Hill, Kentucky, is a dying community, but when I had some down time on the work site I took the opportunity to ask Austin Walker what he thought about what we do for Olive Hill for a week out of every year, he said “Every year you guys come, it seems like the sun shines brighter, the wind blows more often, and miracles happen on the daily.” And I couldn’t agree more. The cost of gas, hotel rooms, food, materials, and supplies may add up to more than tens of thousands of dollars, but the homeowner’s reactions and endless appreciation is priceless. This sends me back home to Canton, Massachusetts with a never-ending amount of hope, faith, and happiness. But this Kentucky trip was not just the jobs we set out to complete, but also the journey. The journey that consisted of the relationships we built, the beauty of Gods country, which we all saw, and learning the hardships, the bumps, and the curves in peoples lives. Hopefully our impact in Olive Hill, Kentucky can be packed up, put in the vans and brought home to Canton to smooth out the bumps and curves. I know I will pack up the impact, bring it home to Canton and do my best smooth out the bumps and curves back home.

-Joey Vaughan, Junior
Kentucky

 

Spreading hope to others can give you the power and motivation to do great things...

On the Outward Bound trip we spent the first working with adults with developmentally disabled at Hope House and the next four days hiking through the White Mountains in New Hampshire. At Hope House I met a 35-year-old man named Justin. Justin was both mentally and physically disabled because of a brain tumor that doctors found when he was only 10 years old. After talking to him I learned that he used to be a completely normal kid before his brain tumor, and he loved sports, but sadly even after 25 years of speech and physical therapy Justin can still not walk and has a hard time speaking. When I told him that we were going to hike the White Mountains he was amazed and said he would give anything to be able to do that. When we left Hope House and began to hike the White Mountains; it wasn't easy. There were plenty of challenging times along the hike and a number of blisters, but whenever it got difficult I just thought back to Justin at Hope House and how he would give anything to trade places with me right now. Justin is a perfect example of someone who spreads hope to others in this world, and what I learned from him was that spreading hope to others could give them the power and motivation to do great things.

-James Murphy, Freshman
Outward Bound

 

The trip does not end here, for it stays with you forever...

This was my second year going to Philly, so I was very excited to go back and renew old friendships but also make new ones. We worked and lived at the Saint Francis Inn, a soup kitchen off of Kensington Avenue that serves a meal to over 350 guests every day and provides other necessities for the guests. Our job for the week was to provide these guests with what they needed with a smile on our faces and love in our hearts. For those of you who do not know, Kensington Avenue is an area filled with poverty, homelessness, drug and alcohol addictions, and crime. Despite being located in this area, the Inn is considered a "sanctuary." The guests have nothing but respect for the Inn and its staff and volunteers because for many of these people, what we provide is the only care that they will receive that day. As volunteers at the Inn for the week, we were cooking, cleaning, and serving the guests each and every day. Despite the negativity that goes on in this area, many of the guests have provided more hope for me than I have been able to find anywhere else. I was fortunate enough to renew many friendships with staff members of the Inn from last year, but I also was able to meet many guests and learn their stories. The stories I heard and the love that is spread in this small soup kitchen has given me hope that light can be found in even the darkest places. Something that Father Michael helped me to recognize was that by being on this trip, we were a part of the 1% of people in the world who care for the homeless like they are equals to us. We are all human, and none of us had the ability to choose our parents, financial status, or the struggles we would be born into. There are people like Nikki, a 30 year old woman who at age 12 was kicked out of her home by her own mother, who chose her boyfriend over her daughter. Nikki did not ask for this, but it was what she was given, and at age 12 she was on the streets with one person to help her, herself. Not every homeless person can change their situation; every single person has their own story of how they got to where they are, but what matters far more is that we are now a part of their story, and we made their hardships just a little bit easier, whether it was with a warm meal, a quick conversation, or just a smile on our face. And like I said, we don't get to choose how our lives begin. But one thing we can choose is how we live out our lives. We are all one step away from crisis- one missed paycheck, one family tragedy, and one disaster away from being out on the streets, from being someone like Nikki. That is why it's so important to lend a hand to those who weren't as lucky as us, who had the odds against them. After this week, I feel so fortunate to be able to go on trips like these, because not only have we been able to enrich the lives of many people in Philly, but our lives have been enriched as well. I learned that there is no obstacle in life that is too large for one to have faith in God - these people that we met have nothing but they still have full belief that everything is going to turn out okay. Our lives have been forever touched by this small community of people that we have met this week; whether it was the smiles of father bill or the endless hugs that we got from Ang on our last day, I truly have never felt more love anywhere else. What is most important is that I, and every person on the trip does not forget what happened here, but takes that love, hope, and light with them wherever they go in life. The trip does not end here, for it stays with you forever and inspires you to find the hope that we found here in our own lives.

-Kelly Morrissey, Junior
Philadelphia

Testimonials

In their own words...

We made a community feel no longer forgotten, let children feel the joy and simplicity of play, and felt a piece of our hearts fall for Cuba...In an impoverished and communist country, it is easy for citizens to feel forgotten. However, our group showed the Manzanillo, Callo Espino, and Limones people that they are not forgotten or alone. We empathize with them, made lifelong friendships, exchanged aspects of our cultures, and most importantly, we let them know that we were there for them not only for eight days, but forever…
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If Houston could be so overcome with tragedy yet still overflow with love, there is nothing stopping us from shining our lights back home...While we were only expecting to tear down their walls and rebuild what was damaged in the disaster, we also were able to sit down with Martha and hear her story. To take in what this family has been through in this past year was incredibly eye-opening. However, what truly struck me was how Martha and Katie have gone through all that they have, and yet they still speak of their faith, gratitude, and true belief that God had blessed them with us…
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This stay has changed my life forever...What Kentucky has helped me realize is that no one is alone with his or her struggles. Everyone goes through something at one point or another. We should never be afraid to ask others for help …
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For every person we meet, we show that there are people who care about others and that things can get better...I expected to learn about a little about the veterans’ lives and bring them a new face to see, but it would mean little to them because how much of an impact can a teenager have on someone who risked their lives for our country? I was completely wrong…
Read more

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At home at night, you look outside and there’s nothing to notice. In Philly at the Inn, if you look outside, there’s everything to notice...While there are distinct differences from home and Philly, this week has helped me to reflect on the rough patches at home, too. Things you may not see on the surface but are hidden underneath. I learned to look beyond the surface at home…
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