I first fell in love with the Dominican because of the love and affection from the kids; they won over my heart. There are certain kids in my mind that are in our centre that always stick out in my mind for a few reasons. One little girl in particular really made me want to cry today; and for no different reason than any other day except for the fact that it really hit me today. She is eight years old, and I was sitting in a chair today and she came over for a hug. She smelled not so clean, and she really just wanted to sit there with me and cuddle. So for a good 15 minutes she just sat there in my arms, just loving the attention and affection. And even though she does this quite often, I couldn't help but tear up thinking about how much she really needed this. She comes from a rough family situation, and I know she does not get a lot of attention at home.
And really, love and affection from our parents we really take for granted because it begins from day one of our life. So we have never gone without it, we have never been introduced to it, it is just one of those things that people, myself included had never thought about as something with significance to be thankful for. As a child, we always said grace and thanked God for the food in front of us, the people around us, etc. But we never said thank you for the hugs my parents give me, the time before bed when we were read a bed time story, or the fact that my parents always told me they loved me. It wasn't until I started coming to the Dominican, that I realized love and affection is just as much something to be thankful for as food and water. Because all humans need love and human affection in order to survive and even develop as persons; physically and emotionally.
Living in the Dominican for longer periods of time really has given me a new perspective on poverty. I have been exposed to the every day issues that these people are faced with, and I am always amazed at how well they deal with them. For example, a Mother came to me today because her youngest son had a fever. Without even thinking, I gave her some Children's Tylenol and some vitamins, and sent her on her way. Now that I look back on that moment today, I tried to imagine myself in her situation. She had to ask for something as simple as medicine for a fever; when at home I would open my cuboard and something would surely be sitting there for me to take.
Another Mother who had come to clean today asked me to sign the book so that she could be counted as having actually been there to clean. So when I handed her the pen and notebook, she called one of the young girls over, spelled out her name orally, and then asked her to write it down. This Mother could not even sign her own name. Again, an every day issue that people here are faced with every day. Imagine not even being able to sign your own name.
Liz and James returned from Haiti this afternoon. They stayed at our orphanage, and spent the entire day on Tuesday taking the boys to get tested for everything. The girls had already been tested, and it turns out that one of them was positive for AIDS. She had to be taken back to her distant family, who we know do not have the proper means of taking care of her. If she stayed at the orphanage, there is the risk that she would contract it to the other children. Fortunetly, through a friend of James' who works at the hospital with AIDS victims, she is on some new medications, funded by the government, and she will be retested in one month to see if the medication is working at all.