They have made a difference in my life

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Reflection of an Immersion Trip 
Before going on the trip, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect as I had never been on a mission trip before. To be honest, it took a lot of my father’s convincing to finally persuade me to go. However, after the first day, I was touched by the warmth, kindness and happiness of the people there, Even though they have so little in comparison to us; the look of joy on a child’s face as I played with them or read to them is really something I have never experienced before. I realised that it’s the little things in life we take for granted. Street lamps, beds, shower heads and even education. While we dread going to school, they yearn just to have an education. Even though they live a much simpler life than ours, they are still able to find joy in their lives, rarely complaining.This made me think about how wasteful I am in my own life, mindlessly spending money and constantly wasting food. Overall, it changed my perspective on life and I find myself being more conscious about my decisions. It has also spurred me to want to return to make a greater difference in their lives, as they have made a difference in mine.
 
Ohana Naidu
December 2015

 

I Walked Down the Road

Posted on January 1, 2011 by extent

I walked down the road I walked down the road with a need to have someone to talk to today. I was wondering if this is another solitary day, where friends are busy doing their own stuffs, or when my sister is buried with her books or with her own escapades, with no time to even chat.

The enormous need for companionship is knocking, once, twice, thrice and I battled it with the song from Prince of Egypt, Joseph inside the prison sings: “You know better than I, You know the way, I’ve let go the need to know why, I take what answer You supply, You know better than I.”

I walked down the road with a need for someone to talk to today and I met Teacher Jane and Teacher Princess.

“I really wanted to leave my work, said Teacher Princess, “but the day I listened to the children telling their stories, I decided to stay.”

“What did you have for breakfast?”

“Nothing teacher”

“What will you have for dinner?”

“Nothing. Ionly have what you serve for lunch.”

I asked a five-year-old playful boy, “Where is your father?”

He answered, “In the city jail.”

One shy girl shared, “We’re eleven in the family, and I have a twin, my siblings are all working in the dumpsite.”

I walked down the road with a need for someone to talk to today, and I witnessed a smile, a hug, a wondering look, from those who couldn’t even talk. Non-verbal communication!

“Please help me open my biscuits.” “Let’s sing and dance some more…” “Oh, I need another serving…”

I walked down the road with a need for someone to talk to today, and I saw a young father glancing at his daughter from the window, she’s writing a vowel. He didn’t talk to me but I saw his happy face.

Suddenly, the solitary day becomes a wonderful day. Truly, sometimes, the call is to let go of the need to know why, “I’ll take what answer You supply, You know better than I.”

In the end, God speaks in the many moments of my “today”.