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<p>Everyone belongs to many different communities and/or groups defined by (among other things) shared geography, religion, ethnicity, income, cuisine, interest, race, ideology, or intellectual heritage. Choose one of the communities to which you belong, and describe that community and your place within it. (Approximately 250 words)</p>
<pre><code> My family would be a 1970s sitcom entitled Dysfunction. We have our fare share of problems. But what never ceases to inspires me is that the anorexic cousin, the outspoken Italian uncle, the aunt with two DUIs, the remarried widowed grandmother, and the depressed and semi-medicated cousin manage to reconvene each year, without fail, to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Of all the communities in my life, my family is the one in which I feel most comfortable. I see myself acting slightly different than who I actually am everywhere else, except when I am with the eighteen people who share my common heritage. We set aside five days at Thanksgiving holiday each year devoted solely to us. I do not have to worry about looking nice or impressing anyone, because the unconditional love my family has for me is unmistakable.
In Dysfunction, I would be cast as the neutral party. Throughout all the sibling, cousin, and generation rivalry, I stay unbiased, because I know someone has to. I do not take sides when my elder cousins attack my younger ones, rather I explain to each group that there are things they are doing right and there are also things they could be doing better.
I motivate each individual to understand how lucky we are to have each other. Every year, I take a moment to step back and look at this motley crew from an outsiders perspective. Eighteen contrasting personalities living together under one roof for five days sounds like a failed psychology experiment. But against all odds, it has been a tradition since before I can remember.
I express this good fortune year after year when we say grace before the turkey and cranberry sauce, and everyone cries. A mixture of emotions are added to the feast, and we all realize how truly lucky we are. I know I belong to my family not because of my DNA, but because of the sheer joy I experience when I am with them, and the happiness that is reflected back at me.
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