Boston, Mass.

Better Prepared to Fight

By Marcus Penny


Cumberland Island is a place of great significance. It was there I learned the role of nature in the development of traditions, service and leadership. For several years I helped to lead a group of students on an outdoor service project, all while stretching my understanding of living within nature.

The beauty of these trips was found in the camaraderie and support that was provided by individuals dedicated to sharing their resources and expertise with anyone who cared. Organizations like REI, Keeping it Wild, the National Park Service and the Georgia Conservancy all have amazing visions, but it is the individuals who make up these organizations that move the work forward. Cumberland Island is a piece of Earth we all come together to protect, and in doing so, we are revitalized and better prepared to continue the fight for our planet.

- Morehouse College alumnus Marcus Penny is a winner of Vassar College’s Compton Mentor Fellowship and volunteers for the Georgia Conservancy.

 
 

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