I walk along the long dirt road with
the hot sun beating on my back. With each step my team members and I take, a
puff of dust elevates from the ground. Little shacks line the road and a rocky
path leads deeper into the area. Our group divides as we approach the first
shack. A group of women sits under a cluster of trees with car parts and debris
scattered about. As we greet the women, small figures begin to appear through
the doorway of the house. “Would they like to come out and play?” my teammate
asks one of the women. Upon their mother’s call, the children come out of the
house and run toward us. What happens next is unexpected. I feel arms surround
my body in a tight embrace, and a sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The
children grab our hands as we lead them back to the church. They introduce
themselves with Haitian names as we approach the building. Others on our team
have gathered children from the neighborhood as well. Each little face I lay
eyes on is illuminated with a smile. A girl has beads all throughout her hair.
Another boy has two different sized shoes. Joy radiates throughout our group
for the next week.
I sit with a boy named Joshua on my lap
under a wooden gazebo. We listen to our Vacation Bible School lesson. As I see
each child’s hand excitedly go into the air, and listen to each triumphantly
say his answer, I am reminded that this is what I live for. Working with
children is my passion, and serving others is what I feel I am meant to
do. I hope to study elementary
education, and later to teach and serve in the mission field. I dream of
providing help and rehabilitation for young women and children who have
suffered from sexual abuse. I want to be able to show others the power of
healing and to renew joy.
Later in the week, I find myself
walking into a room the size of a closet to see a women as frail as a small
child in bed. Miss Moxey, who is living in an AIDs camp called All Saints,
greets us warmly. As I sit on the bed beside her, she shares her incredible
story of how she contracted AIDS from a blood transfusion after being hit by a
drunk driver in Miami. Miss Moxey has refused medical treatment since the 70s,
her children have abandoned her, and she is paralyzed from the waist down.
Still, she is strong. I can’t help but cry when she speaks of her undying faith
in God. Visiting with Miss Moxey and other patients like her reminded me that
to be able to serve is one of the greatest things I can do.
Now I am preparing to walk down another
long road, a journey into my future. I have always had extreme empathy for
others around me, and my mission trip to Nassau, Bahamas showed me how I can
use that gift to engage in community wherever I am. I know that I would be a
fantastic addition to your university. I am looking forward
to becoming a part of the community on campus and continuing to explore
opportunities to serve locally and globally.
1 comment:
Beautiful Josie, tears in my eyes thinking of Joshua. How sweet.
-abby
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