Throughout
my life I have been volunteering and participating in different social projects
where I got to see how many people in this country are suffering. All
throughout my life I had gone through moments of sadness that turned into a
sheer and unbreakable desire to help others and change the world. Yet, it was
not until tonight that I ever felt completely devastated and
utterly impotent because for the past few days I got to meet the sweetest and
most beautiful three girls in this planet.
During this
week I had been working as a translator for a social project run by a group of
Canadians called “Rio del Cambio.” They work with a local community called
Citalapa located in the outskirts of Managua by providing as much social help
to the community as possible such as housing and education, and are looking foward into implementing medical assistance, a sustainable water system, among others. The idea of this project is to address the main problems that the community is facing so it can not only grow, but do it in a sustainable manner. I spent the first
two days going around the houses of the community asking questions about their
economic situation. Even though it was an eye-opening experience to put such
small numbers to the extreme economic distress these people suffer on a daily
basis, I was not as shocked as I should have been for it was something that I
had expected all along.
I was not
expected to come back the third day for I had volunteered for a two day
experience. However, deciding to continue my volunteering for an extra day was
the best decision I could have ever made. Even though I spent the morning going
around houses as usual doing surveys, I had some free time after lunch. Since I
had not been able to share much time with the people of the community, I
decided I would like to talk to the little girls who I had barely even talked
to during the past days. I am not exaggerating when I say that after 10 minutes
of talking, these beautiful girls with the biggest smiles in the universe would
follow me around everywhere I went. After a while, it was incredible to see how
walking around holding hands with three little girls turned into a line of a
white girl and six little children walking around together. It was overwhelming
seeing how sitting down and talking to three little girls turned into a circle
of up to ten kids all urgently talking and trying to call my attention. It was
exhilarating to see how jumping around with three little girls turned into a
game of a white girl and seven little kids who were screaming, laughing, and
radiating happiness. Sharing time with those three little girls was many
things. By the time I left that day they were all begging me to stay with them,
they were all hugging and kissing me and talking about how I was their friend
and how excited they were to see me in the beach the next day.
Getting to
the beach the next day was one of the most wonderful experiences I
have ever lived. As soon as I stepped out of that bus I was showered with hugs,
kisses, and words full of love coming from those little angels with brown eyes,
brown skin, and black hair. They told me how they had woken up that day excited by the idea that they were going to get to see me. We spent the day swimming,
playing around, taking pictures, laughing, talking, and just being the happiest
four little girls in this planet. They never left my side. Wherever I went they
came along never letting go of my hands because they were scared the other kids
would take me away from them.
Truth be
told, I wish I could have taken all of them with me back home where I find
myself crying. Despite what you might think, I am not sad that I left them
because I intend to visit them whenever I get the chance to do so just because
I simply desire to do so. The tears streaming down my face are forming due to a
feeling of impotence and despair. For the first time in my life I feel
completely powerless because it kills me to think that these three beautiful
girls full of happiness, love, and innocence, who have now become my friends,
will grow up one day to a world which I feel has no place for their wonderful
hearts. It kills me to think that Soliet, Roxana, and Cristel will grow up only
to endure the same fate their moms have faced through their lives: a world of
poverty, misery, disease, and pain. Most of all, it annihilates me to know that
I cannot grab these precious girls and take them home with me, to lay them in
my bed to sleep with me and stay warm, to cook them delicious food for them to
eat, to take care of them and protect them from all the bad things that can
hurt them. I guess I just realized that as a college student, there is only so
much I can do to help them and that is visiting them whenever I can and
counseling them as they grow up.
It is for
this reason that I am urging you to stand up and change the faith of those
around you, to lend a hand to those in need, to change the world for one second
if possible for the person closest to you because there will come a time in
your life where you will feel the same way as a I do. There will come a moment
when you will wish that someone out there could do more for the three little
girls who in a few days walked in and settled into your heart because they
simply can while you are sitting here helplessly wishing you could do more.
I know I am
only a 20 year old girl who has yet a lot to live, but if there is one thing I
can tell you is that these three girls, as many other people in the world,
deserve more than what they have. If you decide to lend a hand to those in
need, believe me when I say that after a while you will realize that they are
actually the ones who are helping you because there is simply no way to put a
price to the smiles in their face, to the kisses and hugs they give you, and to
the endless and unconditional love they express in so many ways such as saying
“I love you and I will never forget this day.”
If you'd like to find out more abour or contribute with Rio del Cambio
Go to: www.riodelcambio.org
Email: darvon@rogers.com
Call: +1-705-722-5361
Call: +1-705-722-5361
- Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo
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