
For Spring Break, I traveled to Montego Bay, Jamaica where I spent a
week volunteering with my mother. I joined her three weeks into our
volunteer project at the Blossom Garden Child Care Facility. The
facility houses approximately 60 children total, ranging in age from
young infants to elementary school children. I absolutely love spending
time with children and could not have been more excited to spend a week
with them. However, I was not prepared for the horror stories I would
hear as I learnt why the children now call Blossom Garden their
temporary home. In the weeks prior to my arrival on the island, I held a
fundraiser on campus with the hope of raising funds for the facility. I
was able to collect an amount much larger than expected due to the
generosity of my peers and Rollins faculty. Before my arrival, I filled
suitcases with items desperately needed such as diapers, bibs, wipes,
and other necessities. All of the donations were greatly appreciated by
the facility’s manager, Ms. Brown, yet I still felt it was not enough.
When I first entered the building, I realized that these children needed
much less than the games and toys to be happy. A simple hug and someone
to laugh with meant more than the world to them; something most never
received with their parents before being taken or given away.
There
were children who caught my attention more than others and who needed
the most emotional support. In particular, a young boy who was partially
blind with a mental disorder had an especially deep impact on me. One
minute he was sitting in my lap and the next he was scratching my face
violently when he was not being held. Another young boy had both his
thighs wrapped in casts that connected to each other, preventing him
from walking properly or playing with the other children as much as he
would like. There was a girl who I will also never forget. She arrived
at the facility just a week or so prior to when I met her. She was taken
from her home because her parents were extremely abusive, which was
clearly visible all over her body. She had a cast from her knee down to
her foot, scratches and bruises that looked like nothing I had ever seen
before, and a mouth filled with gaps from her teeth being knocked out.
She did not say much, but we instantly connected and she remained close
to me at all times. Those are just three of the many children at the
facility who desire nothing more than to be loved.
If there is
one thing I realized during my trip, it is that life is not as tough as
many of us may think. Yes, in our world under different circumstances,
we may be in stressful or difficult situations, but at the end of the
day we all are able to go back to our homes or dorm rooms knowing that
we are safe, receiving a great education, and with someone to call mom
and dad at the end of the day.