Mr. Ben Goes to the (M) UN
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Model UN was one of the most influential and remarkable aspects of my college education. Being so totally immersed in international events made me feel very small. Made my experiences feel small. I awoke to an entire globe of needs and shared resources outside of myself and my Midwest town.

When I came home, I couldn’t sleep. We had made progress on the civil war in Syria. We slept 3–4 hours a night, we were tired and hungry, but we drafted a resolution that allowed foreign aid for the Syrian people currently being starved into submission. And it was signed by the US & The Russian Federation! Cold war scars had been overlooked in the name of humanity. We were so proud.

And then I was home and it wasn’t real. The aid trucks would never leave Jordan. The Peace Keeping Mission would never save Nigerian girls from Boko Haram. Guns and light arms would still flow like a river into the Global South, funding Global Crime and Terrorism.

I felt so small. But I also felt wildly passionate. M UN let me in on a secret. Showed me how to use soft power and how small things can garner agreement amongst big powers. And it revealed a need within myself to make a difference.

One rarely has the opportunity to feel the exact moment a change of heart occurs. It usually happens so silently it is only recognized when looking back. M UN turned my gaze outward and forward. It asked me what kind of voice I wanted to have in our global community. And it showed me how small things can band together to enact powerful change.

In short- It was fantastic.

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