to top off all that, i got news early this week that 3 boys from the orphanage are going to be sent home because of bad behavior (not one event in particular, just a series of things over time). one of the boys is nicolas... the boy i wrote about a few weeks ago... from my house. this news absolutely broke my heart, especially after how close we have gotten the past couple months. not only am i sad, but i am really, really angry. i'm angry because i think the people here are giving up on him too soon and i think that there are other options that we haven't tried. i know that his behavior is bad and he is causing problems almost every other day, and i'm not condoning them, nor suggesting that he should be excused for them, but i do think there are still things that can be done to help him. i think he could be moved into a house with older kids and stricter tias. i also think he can be taken out of the school and put out in the fields to work all day until he decides that he wants to behave. i spent 2 hours one night crying and arguing with two of the staff members. i didn't, and still don't, understand why we are giving up on this child. it was a hard couple days, with sleepless nights, wondering what i could have done more to help him and wondering where we failed him. needless to say, i was ready for the break i had coming…
cabarete: a couple weeks ago i realized that i only had 2 free weekends left and still some areas of the country that i wanted to see. so, i decided to put my last 2 free weekends together into one six-day trip (which ended up coming at a perfect time!), so i could head up and see some areas in the northern part of the country. (although this country isn't that big, it actually takes about 4-5 hours to get from the south to the north coast, so it's really too hard to do in 3 days). so, one of the new volunteers, nici, and i headed out. our first stop was a town called cabarete. it is on the north coast, about in the middle of the country (east/west-wise), and is supposedly very famous for its reflecting back: getting away for 6 days was a good way for me to get some space and think more about the situation that i described above with the boys that are going to be leaving. obviously spending a year anywhere will have it's good points and bad points... even a year in so called "normal life" will have it's ups and downs... and for me this year has been no different. the experience has been great, but it's trying at times. i think for the most part i write about the fun and cute stories and experiences i have had and i want to keep the blog positive, but i felt that it would be mis-representative of my experience here to not write about this story. the first couple days i was so angry that i questioned what i have been doing here and what we are doing here in general as an organization. but, as i was able to get away, i'm starting to realize more that it’s just part of life. there are always going to be disagreements and differences of opinions, no matter where you work or what you do. and while i really, really disagree with this decision, i don’t want it to taint the experience i’ve had here or the good things that have been done through nph over the years. i support his organization and believe in the philosophy and principles of fr. wasson (the founder), but i do have to say that i disagree and do not understand the decisions that have been made in this situation. it just breaks my heart to know that this kid who i have worked so hard with will have to go back to a family that obviously wasn’t taking care of him before. and i do know that i have to keep in mind that i am a year long volunteer and there are people here who have dedicated their lives to this organization and it’s not my place to tell them how to do things (however i have spent hours defending my point in this particular situation!). part of me says that i should just stay and be the one to start some sort of disciplinary house here for all the kids that have discipline problems… if no one else wants to/knows how to deal with them. i think that all these kids have already experienced so much pain and have already felt abandoned by their families that we can give up them too. but the other part of me knows that its time to come home. i don’t know, it’s been tough. but i think the other thing i realized is how much i have come to love and care about these kids, even after only one year. it's kinda surprising that such a short period of time can have such an effect on you. and when i arrived home from my mini vacation the first kid i was greeted by was nicolas... and i think i hugged him harder than i ever have! (when i left i wasn't sure if he'd still be here when i got back). right now i'm happy that i am here and i have the opportunity to defend him (not his actions, but the fact that he deserves that we keep trying to help him). i haven’t heard yet when the official date is that he is leaving, but i know that as long as he’s here, i'll keep pleading my case to the powers that be! please pray for him and the other 2 (miguel and eduardo) if you can!
"our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter." -mlk jr.
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