I am not sure what day I left off on but I am going to start back on Thursday. It was an amazing day. Amazing. We started doing home visits on the new sponsorship kids. We visited 4 that day. The first one started with an amazing home visit where we met a beautiful 13 year old boy and his mother that is infected with HIV. Such a terrible disease that they are so uneducated about here. I feel like that is something we should focus on with these kids and their families.We moved on to another girl that was found wandering the streets 3 years ago and picked up by a random lady at the market and taken into her home in Korah. This lady has 5 children of her own to support on an income of $18 a month. Just to put it into perspective of how poor these people really are. We visited 2 more, one that's parents were diagnosed with Leprosy and one that has a mom with a mental illness. Addison decided to stay at the clinic with Emily and Kayla in the afternoon because it was a little overwhelming going into these homes. Sometimes the smell of the Koshe ( trash dump) just gets you and for a 9 year old girl, well its just too much. For me, well sometimes its too much but its part of it and I love doing it.
After our home visits Addison and Karlee helped plaster the new medical clinic here in Korah. I laid down in the car because I had a headache terrible.
Friday was another busy day in Korah. We visited 6 sponsor kids ( complete with our 12 body guards- HA ) and another home in the afternoon. This day was probably the most overwhelming day for me yet. The desperation is crazy. As we are walking around Korah we have people begging to put their child in this program. Seriously choking back the tears all day. We visited kids that were parentless, kids that were living with there grandparents, kids that were working in the koshe, kids that promised they would be so good and follow all of the rules. Our last visit was actually in the trash. Yeah it was not good, especially since we were already overwhelmed. We had a few boys with us ( one of them my Habesha Son that I love so much) that are in the p61 sponsorship program in the van as we drove to the next house and driving into the dump with them was definitely an experience I never want to have again. Most of them had lived there at one point and ALL of them hadn’t eaten and worked there. Let me tell you, It IS NOT RIGHT. It down right sucks, yeah I said it. Watching all of their eyes fill with tears, yeah well I can’t do it again. I won’t do it again. Just knowing that it hurts them this bad to think of themselves and the thousands that are still there is so sad to me. Seriously people I am talking about a trash dump. I can’t and won’t post pictures of it in the public eye because I respect These people too much and I do not want to jeopardize any program going on here but I have pictures lots of them. I have some burned into my brain forever.
As I sat here last night with Karlee entering profile information, I just started bawling. Tears falling. Karlee and I had a mini meltdown together. Cried about what we had seen and the love we have for these people and this place. The emotions have carried over into today but we are pushing thru and realizing that not everybody can do what we are doing this summer. We are on a mission to love big and change lives…. Forever. These sweet babies and children are just normal children that have been dealt a crappy hand in life. A hand that normal people like us can do something about.
Today ( Saturday ) karlee and I went to volunteer at an orphanage. It was the first time I have entered this particular orphanage and not had a meltdown. Yay for me! I guess I am numb today, maybe because I know most of the babies I held today already have a family. It was great but secretly I wanted to be in Korah loving on the babies in the alleys or at the trash dump praying over the people. Don’t get me wrong it was good, we got to feed babies, but yeah my heart is totally somewhere else right now. Not with the orphanage children, some of you will judge me for that but until you have seen what I have seen, please take it easy on me.
Afthe orphanage we took the kids to the bowling alley. It was a blast, definitely some TIA ( this is Africa) Moments when the power went out every 15 minutes or the pins got stuck, but we had so much fun.
Tomorrow we will go back to Beza Church. Some of the Korah kids have asked to come again so we will sardine into the van and go with it! Loving it all. I am ready for my nanny to get here ( MARLA hurry, we are missing you!) And I am ready to see Brad. 3 days and counting. Can not wait to see him and cry on his shoulder.
Love to all Dehna Eder from Ethiopia.
After our home visits Addison and Karlee helped plaster the new medical clinic here in Korah. I laid down in the car because I had a headache terrible.
Friday was another busy day in Korah. We visited 6 sponsor kids ( complete with our 12 body guards- HA ) and another home in the afternoon. This day was probably the most overwhelming day for me yet. The desperation is crazy. As we are walking around Korah we have people begging to put their child in this program. Seriously choking back the tears all day. We visited kids that were parentless, kids that were living with there grandparents, kids that were working in the koshe, kids that promised they would be so good and follow all of the rules. Our last visit was actually in the trash. Yeah it was not good, especially since we were already overwhelmed. We had a few boys with us ( one of them my Habesha Son that I love so much) that are in the p61 sponsorship program in the van as we drove to the next house and driving into the dump with them was definitely an experience I never want to have again. Most of them had lived there at one point and ALL of them hadn’t eaten and worked there. Let me tell you, It IS NOT RIGHT. It down right sucks, yeah I said it. Watching all of their eyes fill with tears, yeah well I can’t do it again. I won’t do it again. Just knowing that it hurts them this bad to think of themselves and the thousands that are still there is so sad to me. Seriously people I am talking about a trash dump. I can’t and won’t post pictures of it in the public eye because I respect These people too much and I do not want to jeopardize any program going on here but I have pictures lots of them. I have some burned into my brain forever.
As I sat here last night with Karlee entering profile information, I just started bawling. Tears falling. Karlee and I had a mini meltdown together. Cried about what we had seen and the love we have for these people and this place. The emotions have carried over into today but we are pushing thru and realizing that not everybody can do what we are doing this summer. We are on a mission to love big and change lives…. Forever. These sweet babies and children are just normal children that have been dealt a crappy hand in life. A hand that normal people like us can do something about.
Today ( Saturday ) karlee and I went to volunteer at an orphanage. It was the first time I have entered this particular orphanage and not had a meltdown. Yay for me! I guess I am numb today, maybe because I know most of the babies I held today already have a family. It was great but secretly I wanted to be in Korah loving on the babies in the alleys or at the trash dump praying over the people. Don’t get me wrong it was good, we got to feed babies, but yeah my heart is totally somewhere else right now. Not with the orphanage children, some of you will judge me for that but until you have seen what I have seen, please take it easy on me.
Afthe orphanage we took the kids to the bowling alley. It was a blast, definitely some TIA ( this is Africa) Moments when the power went out every 15 minutes or the pins got stuck, but we had so much fun.
Tomorrow we will go back to Beza Church. Some of the Korah kids have asked to come again so we will sardine into the van and go with it! Loving it all. I am ready for my nanny to get here ( MARLA hurry, we are missing you!) And I am ready to see Brad. 3 days and counting. Can not wait to see him and cry on his shoulder.
Love to all Dehna Eder from Ethiopia.