So Friday, Saturday, Sunday and today have been a "holiday"...it probably has something to do with Easter...but I has no idea...anyway so I have had nothing to do...but I have noticed that "holidays" here are only for people who have money. Those who have to work so hard everyday for a little bit of money never take a break...it has made me sad. They never get a break, they never have anything to look forward too, nothing to get excited about. Again this made so thankful for where I was born.
So I have done a post on the women here and on the nasty men....let me tell you a bit about the children. I think this is the thing that has been the hardest for me while I have been here...as most people who know me, know I love love love little kids...I love the things they can come up with, their imagination, their energy, their smiles and laughs...and I love the kids here...but there is something so different about them. They laugh and play and get dirty like any other kids...but there are things missing and I think I have finally figured it out. Childhood. Hope. Imagination. There are lots of kids here but very little childhood. They are so marred and downtrodden by things that kids should never have to worry about. They is very little hope for something better. Most of these kids will not get a proper education if they get an education at all. They have nothing to hope, no "what are you going to be when you grow up". Most of them will never leave their country or even go past the surrounding towns. There is nothing to dream about and very little to hope for. The last thing that is missing is imagination. It is hard to imagine things when you have the grim reality always pressing down on you. There are very little books, so no escape to far off places and marvelous adventures. It makes me cry even to think about it...like I said it has been the hardest thing for me here...I want to take them all away, to have the life every child should have. No cares, no worries. Just crazy adventures everyday, things to hope and dream for. Childhood.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Childhood
Posted by Leah Jones at 3:51 AM
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It is so sad that people don't have dreams or ways to make their lives better. Some work hard to get only the things they need to live... and can't get anything more... All we can do is help when we can and do the best that we can. We love you... MOM
Oh Lees I love you. That sounds so horrible. I actually was having those same feelings when i was in Romania and your post sounds a lot like an email I had written to Mr. Johnson when they were getting ready to perform Peter Pan. I should find it and send it to you. These children have been robbed of everything we know and love about being a child. It is so hard to know that if they had just been born somewhere else their entire life, their entire existence would be completely different. It took me almsot my entire time in Romania to really understand the love that the Lord has for these children. So much of the world does not understand how the Lord could forget about them, how he could just let them suffer when really those children are the most loved. He is with them every day. You can see it in there eyes. No matter how hard things get they always know that everything will be okay, at least the little children. The older ones seem to lose hope, but I think that is part of your job there, to keep that hope alive. The teach them of something better. And I know with everything inside of me that you have, you have made a difference in these children's lives. And I think that all of the pain and hard times have been worth it just to know that one thing.
loves you
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