4/11 Words cannot describe what I felt throughout the day. In the past, I thought that saying goodbye to someone you love was a burden. Today felt like saying goodbye to the kids was a beginning for us both. Kevin says that it’s the opportunity that sets us apart from the students. I believe it’s the love you are given daily. It’s to be said that love is the best medicine. These kids go home to where some of them are treated worse than the pigs they own or the dogs on the streets. If you give them some love and a little bit of affection, the negative energy consuming them becomes positive, and so does their love for you. Today I felt the positive love, energy, and force when I was at the party. Yimi goes home every day in the shadow of his mother, looking in to the face of the dark side. At the party I saw way more to him than just coloring and outlining shapes. He was a gentleman, with a big, amazing, intelligent heart. While Yimi and I were dancing I could feel his mother’s eyes sinking into my skin, looking at me as if I was sent here from God himself. When he left with his mother she whispered something in my ear, yet I couldn’t understand because it was in Spanish. Yimi was crying and so was I, in that moment it felt like when we hugged our tears were combined and so was our love for each other. When the bus left, it felt like I should run after them because they took my impacted heart along with them. I was remembering the first day with all the kids and them getting off the bus, with their joy filled faces, looking at us like they have known us forever. Today when they got on the bus they were sad, yet they had our names printed all over their hearts. Douglas, the kid who is scared of flying, gay, and the nicest person you will ever meet, was crying tears of joy and sadness. Joseph had no clue what was going on until I hugged him and said, “I love you and I will miss you so much.” This week will always be in my heart. The students love, strength, and compassion, will always teach me to carry on.
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