Hello blog world! I was thinking about what to blog about lately and after being here for four months now I decided that I need to blog about the things I am thankful for. Well…the things that my eyes have been opened too since being here. In my journal I keep a couple of lists: (1) the things I can’t wait to do when I get back and (2) the things I will never again take for granted once I come home. This blog post is neither of those lists because a lot of those things are just emotional things that are close to my heart but I wanted to share a variation of that here.
First, the importance of family and loved ones. Family is so important here and everyone takes care of everyone – regardless how big, small, poor, or REALLY poor your family is. I absolutely adore my family and love them with all of my heart. Now when I say family I mean my immediate family, my extended family, Max, his family, my best friends, my community. My family is big and I love it! Never again will I take a single moment that I get to spend with family for granted again. In the past I would get aggravated with my parents for wanting me to complete simple tasks or for not being home enough but now I understand. Savor every moment you get to spend with the ones you love because one day you might not have that moment. I also will not take for granted how easy it is to BE with them…just BE with someone back home. It is so easy to sit down and have dinner with my sister, to drive up the road and play tennis with my TNT crew, to sit with Max as we read or watch TV, to pick up the phone and let someone know that you love them. But why do we not do it more often?
Second, the power of the words “I love you”. On multiple occasions, sometimes on multiple times a day, those three little words have brought me to tears. My mom always told me to tell the people that I loved them as much as possible because you never know when you will be able to tell them again. I always agreed with it but I never really understood it until spending this time a part in a really radical way. Thank you for that lesson mama! Not being able to call or see a family member when they are in the hospital is a painful and helpless feeling. Not being able to tell that person that you love them, which you know they are suffering and in a very scary state, is downright terrifying. Not being able to say goodnight to someone you love is just as hard enough on its own and is something that I will never take for granted again. Never again will I take for granted the ability to tell Max, or my friends, or my family that I love them in person J being able to look into their eyes J being able to see that they feel the same way. I know it in my heart and I know that I always have those special people with me. Just like when I leave here, I will carry the people I have met here with me, forever.
Third, the value of our education and our educators. The kids here have odd school schedules. Because of the lack of resources and staff in the campos or la frontera, kids go to school in the morning or the afternoon. Back in the states we are in school for an entire day but kids here have half days every day. Sure, I used to think of a half day as such an awesome gift but it is not…think about how much that affects your ability to learn. These kids are going to need twice the amout of time to learn the same material as American kids. Our Peace Corps volunteer here once gave me an alarming statistic that said something along the lines of, “it takes someone in the Dominican school system 40 years to reach an American standard high school diploma.” WOW! It is wrong! And to think that I was fortunate enough to go to great schools my entire life and a wonderful college…wow. What a gift! It might not seem like a big deal on a US scale where so many people now have the chance to go to college…but think about it on a global level…it is huge. And being able to really TEACH here has been an eye opening experience on it’s own. I have been given a whole new respect for teachers because of the work and passion that goes into their job. It is not easy to lesson plan, it is not easy to have patience every day, and it is not easy to be guiding so many kids. Sadly, you also see bad teachers and the harm that they can do to a child’s futures. But, you get to see some really great ones as well! It is sad that teachers in the US make a small fraction of what an athlete or actor would…but keep loving your teachers friends because they are the gatekeepers to the future! Thank you to all of my friends (and lovely twin) who are/will-be teachers. Especially Struks! God bless you!
Fourth, my health and safety. Some of you may know this about me and some of you may not, but last year I was diagnosed with a dumb sickness called PCOS. Coming here meant taking a couple of risks and my health was one of them (I am ok haha I am alive). Back in the US I have regular checkups each month to make sure that the cysts in my ovaries are not cancerous or dangerously big and I get my glucose and insulin checked. One of the strange side effects of PCOS (still just a really odd thing that we do not know too much about or the cause) is that you become diabetic. Soooo for some time now I have been on medicine that regulates that. My diet here and my medicine has clashed and wow…being sick only begins to explain it. I won’t go into the details but it has been very hard. Being able to eat certain types of food in the US (like gluten free) and things like that is something that I will not take for granted again. I won’t be at the mercy of the bi-weekly market! The human body is so amazing but we need to take care of it. It breaks my heart when people are sick here in Banica. People come to the church for all kinds of support and one of the biggest things is medical support. The hospital here is absolutely horrible and you would probably get more sick just visiting than when you arrived. They do not have bleach to clean the germs or floor with, they often times to not have medicine, women give birth by candle light because there is no electricity, and they do not have food to feed their patients. Some say it is the governments fault…other say it is the new hospital directors fault…who knows…I am in no place to pass judgment. When people are sick, and really know where to get help, they come to the church and we drive them an hour or so away to the town of San Juan. The hospital in San Juan is in better condition and can handle more emergencies. However, I would not use either and if I got REALLY sick I would come back home or go to the capital to get help. But what a blessing I have back in the US that if I am sick I can go to a hospital and know that it will be clean and that the doctors will be able to help me. Everyone should have that “luxury” in every part of the world. Thankfully, a group of Medical Missionaries is on their way through here and Haiti to their clinic in Haiti and will hopefully be able to look into the problem.
Fifth, my ability to communicate. Being a fish out of water is not the right term because I am pretty much fluent in Spanish. I am also very grateful for the how much my Spanish has improved here and how fearless I have become with it. Immersion is the key! However, being away from your native language is an odd feeling. I think the place that I feel it the most is at church. It is no secret that I am a very religious person, and I love my faith, but not being able to worship in my own language is kind of heart breaking. Sure, it is nice to see the universality of the Church, but it can still be hard. It goes beyond forgetting parts of the mass in English…I forget certain words in English now…and I think I am ready to be immersed in English again haha! There is also the other side of communication…cellphones and internet and crackberrys, and iPhones. I am so thankful that I can pick up my cell phone (in the US) whenever I want and call whoever I need to call in that exact moment.
Sixth, for great guidance. I am SO incredibly lucky to know an incredibly humble and straight up awesome priest named Fr. O’Hare. We met four years ago when we was exploring the possibility of serving in Banica as the mission priest and stayed in touch. Four years later, I am working for him! Though all of my highs and lows he has been there for me and I know that he always will. He has a love for people, especially the poorest of poor, that is contagious and heartwarming. We see wonderful people in our lives each day but I am 110% sure that this man will be a saint one day! He gives the greatest advice and it the best listener. I could not have been more blessed with a better guide down here and I know that he is going to continue to do amazing things for the many years he has left. I can only hope that I will have such great guiders throughout my entire life!
Seventh, the importance of the virtue of patience. I wish I was a more patient person and I really hope/thank that Banica has helped me accomplish that. The pace of life down here is just so “tranquillo” and you have to roll with it. We cannot get mad if a meeting that was planned for 3:30pm starts at 4:30pm. We cannot get upset with a friend who runs late for personal reasons. We cannot get upset with children who are simply being children. We’ve got to savor the little moments. Patience also comes with a lot of trust. I do not know what my “future plans” are and I do not know what job I am supposed to have when I get back but I have to trust and be patient. I have to trust that God has a plan in all of this. I have to be patient and know that a job just does not fly down and land in your lap…you’ve got to work for it! Banica has helped me see that I too need to grow in the virtue of patience.
So that is how my eyes have been opened here and I cannot wait to return home and live out that love from Virginia. I miss you all so much and cannot wait to spend an amazing Christmas with my family!
