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  • I only needed someone to talk to ...

    Hi, my name is Camille and let me share you my story Before I went to LP4Y , I was lost I had no goals, no plan in life. I wasn't able to finish college because of poverty. So I have to work at an early age Life was like an endless cycle of the same routine. I wake up, eat, work, then go to sleep. Until my brother introduced me to LP4Y Foundation. After his graduation I eagerly sent the requirements to Mathilde who was the coach of Green Program at that time. I've waited months to be able to join this Life Project 4 Youth. I remember my first day, where I was so excited to learn new things. I remember the trainings, the relationship I formed with other youths and coaches. LP4Y helped me a lot in boosting my confidence, I was very shy and unsociable but everything improved after. I didn't just learn to speak English fluently or master excel I learned the value of believing in myself and how I should visualized my success someday.I also believe in people telling me that I have potential Until the day of my graduation came. I thought I was ready and confident enough to face the world again.I thought I was ready to step out of my comfort zone My teammates, the coaches and the school were I rebuild my self. I was late when and I was not able to come in time on my interview in CGI. I failed that day. But I refuse to be a tambay. After a week I looked for another job as a cashier in a small restaurant. At that time I pity myself a lot because I let the big opportunity slide. Until one day I got the good news that I would get another interview in CGI again. I practiced and practiced my interview, I made sure I know a lot about the company so that I wouldn't fail again. Then after two months of being a trainee, I got the contract. I remember the sweet sound of the pen as I write my signature on my contract paper. It was the happiest day of my life because I got what I dreamt before. And I thought that was the meaning of success. But life never ends there. it never always end on Happy endings like we saw from movies. Sometimes it ends when we wanted everything to end. I became suicidal, I overthink people's opinion and end up not getting enough sleep because of those things. I hurt myself a lot of times, I smash bottles unto my head, I pulled my hair so that I would feel the physical pain rather the pain that I'm feeling inside. I remember the night I was rushed to the hospital because of that deep cut on my wrist. A lot of people misunderstood me, they thought I was asking for attention. My family thought I was just broken hearted. They never understood that I needed help. I only needed someone to talk to. Sometimes people don't die from mental illness, they die because of stigma. Because no one understands how it feels like to wake up each day, finding reasons to wake up. Being mentally ill is hard, but it's harder when someone calls you crazy, or someone tells you to just be positive and then you'll get over it. It's like telling a blind person to open their eyes so they can see. I took this opportunity to testify to everyone of what being depressed feels like and how stigma makes them feel. So If you see a friend, struggling to get out of bed help them and encourage them to stand. We will never know if someday they ran out of reasons to wake up. And If you have a friend who struggles to sleep at night, talk to them ask them if they are okay cause we will never know how tired they are fighting with their demons inside their head. And If you are the one struggling today, I hope you take care of yourself. I'm proud of you cause you're doing your best and your still alive today. If you need someone to talk to, we are always here and you aren't alone in fighting the unseen battles. We are here to listen, I am here to listen. You see success is not about the type of job you get or how much money you earned. Success is about your growth from each path you take and being the better version of your self from yesterday. I speak my old self who died 3 years ago, I speak for the people who died from suicide, and to my friends who have existential crisis, I am Camille and this is my voice. Ricamille Ocubillo Manalastas,

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    Through a series of photos, discover the daily life of the Young women of the TDC Surabaya and their Coaches.

  • You have to jump and see what happens !

    Volunteer at LP4Y for 3 years in India and Nepal between 2017 and 2020, Lucie Dubert was first a Coach in Bangalore, India, and then responsible for the Green Village in Nepal. In her book, Lucie shares with us what she took away from this experience, what the Youth taught her. By describing their life, their daily life, their evolution in the program, Lucie gives them a voice. Here is her story. I joined LP4Y with a commitment to work alongside the poorest and most excluded people. I arrived in India, full of convictions, ready to launch the first Life Project Center (LPC) in Bangalore. With me, my partner, Géraldine. We first met in Nantes, as we both prepared for departure. We know nothing about each other, yet here we are, both embarking on an extraordinary adventure. Together, we discovered colorful temples and cows wandering in the middle of the street, spicy curries and rickshaw rides. Very quickly, Sheraldjin, as some Indians call her, becomes my closest ally. On arrival in Bangalore, we immediately get to work. Our goal is to find a site for the new center and to start training young people as soon as possible. As we meet with local actors, we come to understand that poverty here is much less visible than in Calcutta, Mumbai and Delhi where LP4Y teams have already set up several centers. Many Bangaloreans we meet are surprised by our quest. For them there are no slums in Bangalore; we should be looking at another city for our project. Poverty in this booming city, which has become the third largest city in India in a few decades, is hidden, stifled, ignored. This embarrassing segment of society, the segment that LP4Y wants to bring into the light, well, we had to search hard to find it. In the end, we decide on Devarajeevanahalli (known as Djhalli) as the site for our new LPC. Djhalli is a slum of 100,000 people; enough to prove wrong all those who question the existence of extreme poverty in Bangalore. This invisible district is also excluded from the rest of the city because the community is predominantly Muslim, hidden in plain sight in the largely Hindu state of Karnataka. Although they have been here for several decades, the inhabitants speak Hindi and Urdu, the national language of Pakistan, but rarely Kannada, which is the local language of the state. When you arrive in Djhalli, the transition is brutal. The beautiful paved road gives way to a rush of rickshaws. The glass skyscrapers disappear on the horizon and little by little the minarets of the mosques appear. The call of the muezzin drowns the incessant noise of horns. Here, there are no gated communities with guards at the entrance, instead children run about freely. Most houses in the neighborhood have four concrete walls and a tin roof. Perhaps to compensate for the gloomy interiors of these small dark cubes, the exteriors are brightly painted by the owners. Some streets are colorful mosaics, brightening up the black burqas. There’s a juxtaposition of contrasting images: at the corner of a street, a small church with a blue bell tower stands next to a bloody butcher’s shop; cricket bats in hand, the youngsters noisily play cricket on a rubbish-strewn pitch. The electricity supply is precarious and yet most people have a television. At the market, the foul smell of fish stalls in the sun gives way to the scent of fresh coriander two meters further on. I see the diversity of this place, and struggle to interpret what I see. The more I see, the less I understand. It seems you can live in the most basic house in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you have no education. You can own an entire building, and yet still wash your dishes in the street. For the moment I can’t tell who is rich and who is not. There is lively confusion all around me. One thing is certain, however: here, men reign supreme. They have beards rather than mustaches and apply kohl around their eyes. Their teeth are stained red from chewing betel quids, and their appearance sends shivers down my spine, reminding me of so many threatening Jafars5! No polite smiles; just stern looks that seem to question what a white woman is doing here. I feel uncomfortable, out of place. I too would like to be able to slip into a burqa... Integration is going to be complicated. The Djhalli district is indeed a slum: the poverty is blatant there, exclusion palpable. The faces are marked with life’s violence. So, what changed my fear into wonder, my pity into gratitude? LP4Y’s purpose is to support vulnerable excluded Youth, to help them find and keep a decent job (with a contract, fixed hours and salary, and if possible medical coverage and social benefits). Each center set up in Asia targets a different population, selected after analysis of local issues. Some centers are reserved for young mothers, others are dedicated to street Youth, some even to prisoners. We decided that the Djhalli Center would be for young women. To publicize the project in the neighborhood and meet the Youth likely to form the first team, we go out to meet the inhabitants, dressed in our lovely LP4Y polo shirts. Despite having imagined this moment many times, having completed my training course, and really looking forward to finally meeting these young people, it’s not easy to get started. Knocking on doors, introducing yourself, making contact despite the language barrier. Confronting our fear of the unknown. I’m worried about disturbing them, being too intrusive and being turned away. I walk without really knowing where I’m going. I wander through small alleys. The further I go, the more entangled the houses become. I take an alley to the right and find myself in the poorest area of the neighborhood. There’s corrugated iron wherever I look. Families have limited and irregular access to water but this morning, the fountains are overflowing. The unreliable pumps transform the street into a paddling pool. The women, in flip-flops and night wear, their hair gleaming with coconut oil, wait their turn to fill their bowls. Some are already vigorously scrubbing clothes; others busy themselves soaking pans from the day before. In short, it’s not the moment for introductions ... I catch the eye of a young woman hanging out her washing, I bravely move towards her, jabber the few Hindi words that I have learned and ask her age. But she smiles at me, uncomfortably, and goes back to her business. Failure. I continue on my way without much confidence. I am overwhelmed by everything going on around me when I hear: — Which country ma’am? I turn around. There’s a man sitting on the steps of his house, arms folded; the jaded spectator. He doesn’t seem very busy. — France, I reply. — Aaah, France! Mbappe! I take this as an opening, and explain the project to him. — I am looking for young women aged 17 to 24 who do not go to school and who do not work. He looks at me and pulls a face. I smile as best I can. He gets up nonchalantly and as if in a supreme effort, calls out to the busy women. Some, focused on their chores, barely pay him any attention, but others listen closely. — My cousin’s sister is 18, no work, no school, she can come? At last - some interest! — Of course, of course, where is she? In response to my enthusiasm, the woman gets up, leaving her washing bowl and decides to guide me through the maze of barracks. Off we go! A lively procession joins us: a few women who have chosen curiosity over laundry; the Mbappe fan; and a crowd of children. All of us in search of the cousin’s sister in question. I am no longer in unknown territory. As I listen to the kids calling “sister, sister ! ” I feel more as if I’m part of a big family reunion. In less than five minutes, I feel like they’ve adopted me. I’m barely inside the house before a baby is put in my arms. After a few dozen selfies taken with each of the neighbors, my apprehensions are a thing of the past. We talk, we laugh about our difficulties in understanding each other. I allow myself to be swept from one house to another; at each one the hostess offers me something: if I’m lucky it’s tea, if I’m unlucky, a revolting sickly-sweet soda. I meet some young women who will be able to join the program but, more importantly, I immerse myself in this new environment. I start to feel good here. In just one afternoon of outreach, my perspective has changed. I no longer approach the neighborhood as a potentially hostile or dangerous environment but as my new home that contains more “Indian moms” than I could have imagined. Over the months and thanks to the local inhabitants, this atmosphere will become more and more familiar to me. This neighborhood will be my anchor. And I can go further: those terrifying bearded men will become solid partners for the creation of the center. There will be Afzar, our main contact, always available to put us in touch with motivated young adults. In respect of his motto: “First eating after meeting!” we eat an obligatory biryani before each meeting. There will be Asif, the owner of the building, and Siddiq who will renovate it. I can laugh now about my scary first impressions. The women will open their doors to me and explain their daily struggles. Their generosity and radiant smiles will almost make me forget the garbage dump next to which they live. Above all, there will be the Youth and their families, who will invite me with open arms to share their daily lives, their ups and their downs. Lucie Dubert

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    The Youth, Stars, Catalysts and LP4Y partners are the Voices of LP4Y, through inspiring testimonies, they tell us their stories . Each month receive LP4Y's newsletter with a preview of the most inspiring stories and set foot on the ground alongside the Young adults. SUBSCRIBE TO THE NEWSLETTER Looking for a specific story? CATALYSTS INITIATIVES LIFE PROJECT MEI & PROFESSIONAL WORLD PARTNERS VIDEOS WOMEN EMPOWERMENT Latest LP4Y stories Jan 31 TESTIMONIAL – BIC CORPORATE FOUNDATION Alicia, the BIC Corporate Foundation Project Manager, is going through the fruitful partnership between LP4Y and BIC since 2018. Jan 31 Youth of Paharganj in Decathlon SHAMSHER ALAM, AJAY KUMAR GAUTAM & CHANDAN KUMAR On November 10th, 2021 we went to visit the company Decathlon, which is located in... Jan 31 Corporate Survey 2021 Clementine Turgeon The year 2021 marked the second year of the covid-19 pandemic. Even though we were by then more used to the... Jan 31 General Electrics's Talent Week in Lebanon General Electric and the TDC Beirut participated in the 3rd edition of the Talent Week! Life Project 4 Youth LP4Y is an international movement of local organisations specializing in the development of innovative solutions for the professional and social integration of excluded Youth living in extreme poverty. MORE ABOUT LP4Y 5,044 Accompanied Youth since 2009 40,352 People positively impacted since 2009 19 Training & Development Centers 6 Green Villages 1,131 Youth trained in 2021 If you are part of LP4Y ecosystem and want to share your story, send them to lp4ystories@lp4y.org to be featured.

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    INDONESIA LP4Y Stories in COUNTRY INDONESIA CONTINENT ASIA CAPITAL JAKARTA ​ CURRENCY INONESIAN RUPIAH LANGUAGE INDONESIAN LP4Y INDONESIA'S KEY FIGURES: ​ OPENED IN 2016 LP4Y CENTERS 2 TDC More about LP4Y Indonesia 1/16 ALL LP4Y STORIES IN INDONESIA Corporate Survey 2021 Clementine Turgeon The year 2021 marked the second year of the covid-19 pandemic. Even though we were by then more used to the... YIN: connecting corporations with Young talents Alexia Gaube and Geerlie Corporate actors are the key players when it comes to the professional integration of excluded Youth. If it... Welcome Weeks What is happening to the Catalysts before arriving on the field and/or starting their mission ? Discover the Welcome weeks made by LP4Y ! “Hard work is the key to success” Risna, from the Cilincing Life Project Center in Jakarta, shares her journey at LP4Y and underlines the importance of resilience and hard wo Baker Hughes Discover testimonies of Baker Hughes' collaborators, who involved themselves in the Mock Interview activity for several time now ! International Women's Day at LP4Y: Promoting gender equality ! LP4Y centers take the opportunity to raise awareness about gender equality on the occasion of International Women's Day. LPC Cagayan De... A look back at LP4Y's 2020 actions! Clementine Turgeon, Booster Ecosystem, comes back to LP4Y actions in 2020 and sets out 2021 perspectives! LP4Y wishes you a Happy New Year 2021! LP4Y wishes you a happy new year 2021! The YIN explained by its coordinator Lilas Arquilliere manages the Youth Inclusion Network. She tells you more about herself and this particular network of companies. 1 2 3

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