Essay Ethical Dilemma

I really need merciless critiquing. I feel like this is my strongest one.

I'm terribly afraid of people, less of what they can do to me than what they can do for me. I see people as walking time bombs of abundance, sympathy and profound experience. Do not be mistaken, Neither am I socially inadequate nor scared to approach others. Maybe change to I am simply able to recognize the abundance of potential dispensable to every person. I also believe it's an injustice to remain complacent with mere recognition.

Off paper, my inclination to fight battles that aren't my own has developed my sense of moral obligation to others. I've been acquainted with moral responsibility as well as reality. Some believe it's in fact work against mankind to seek the obedience of altruism and fight battles you simply cannot overcome. In Hospice, I met a permanently disabled veteran who had a faulty operation. He signed a liability and couldn't afford a ramp in his home for a wheelchair he couldn't afford either. If I were able to meet his needs, I would. If I were able to clear the "voices" my mother hears constantly at the hands of a Schizophrenic disorder or heal the scars that lasted longer than the bruises from my father, I would. I could haul lumber from the driveways of bare, scorched earth for a service project after devastating wildfires, but the sweat became tears as I dealt with the bare sentiment of losing my grandfather. Sleep doesn't come into question the night approaching an essay deadline, but while battling emotions I found myself falling into The Great Sleep like that of Jack’s in All the Kings Men; the sleep "of ever falling toward the center of delicious blackness". All I seek is the opportunity that my instinct to sense things in my fellow man with “efficient eyes”, be reciprocated with an ability to change what I see wrong. Things don't always add up; I’m aware, but the reward is not in the victory but in the battle. I can’t cure my mother’s Schizophrenia, extend...