Before we left I posted to this blog that I was looking forward to the peace I hoped to get while in Jamaica. Sitting here 72 hours after we returned, I am still at peace.
It is amazing that when we are stripped down to nothing...dirty, tired, and vulnerable...that we learn the most about ourselves and about what peace really is. It is only then that we can truly feel the power of a smile, the electricity of holding a sick child's hand, or the joy of being with 20 other people that feel compelled to do God's work. And it is only then that we can truly be open to what God is trying to tell us since most of the time we are too distracted to listen.
Before and during our mission I spend so much time talking at my team. From logistics to fundraising to reflection I have a lot to say. But when we met at the church on Saturday morning to leave, my voice was gone. What was I going to do? Instead of recognizing this as a good thing, I powered through and forced what little voice I had left out of my body. I didn't realize this at the time, but God was already trying to tell me something and I wasn't listening. Trust me, this would have been the easier way to learn the lesson He was trying to teach me (you'll see why later).
My voice came back by Sunday night and I felt whole again. But as the week went on and I became more vulnerable and open, God took another shot at the lesson He wanted me to learn.
On Thursday we woke up early to join the kids at My Father's House for adoration, rosary, and mass. So by the time we were on our way to Jacob's Ladder later that morning to spend time with that community, most people used the bus ride to catch up on sleep. But at some point Christina and I were awake and talking about weddings. I was telling her how amazing the sacrament was for me and Carla and how nothing else on that day mattered as much as that. How the ceremony, the homily, sharing in all of that with our family and friends and standing before God to commit to each other meant so much to us. Everything else was gravy! To stress my point I took off my wedding ring and said, "If I lose this, it doesn't matter. This doesn't mean as much as the sacrament. It's not about this."
So you can probably guess where this story is going. A few hours later as we enjoyed some time at the beach, I lost my ring. I had been in the water having a football catch and when I got up from diving for one ball, my ring was gone. I panicked. I yelled for Carla and others to come help me find it. I grabbed snorkeling gear and searched frantically. I was hyperventilating...not sure what to do. I didn't listen to Carla as she told me it was fine, not to worry about it. For 20 minutes, I was a mess.
And then as I searched the bottom of the ocean floor, a peace came over me. Well, first I got slapped in the side of the head with the lesson, and then a peace came over me. Where was my conviction in the words I had spoken just a few hours before? Where was my heart as I was spending a week serving God and then worrying about a ring? The Gospel that morning was the one where Jesus challenges the disciples to walk across the water to Him. And as the story goes, one disciple sinks since he doesn't have faith that Jesus will help him get there. I was sinking. I was not believing. I was not listening to my own words. How can I truly serve God if I don't listen to what He is saying? How can I help guide my team if my words are hollow?
Lesson learned (the hard way!). Sometimes we get caught up in what we know and we need a good shock to shake us up. We need to stop talking and just listen. Until we listen, the words we speak don't mean as much.
As I reflect on this year's time in Jamaica I have so much peace in my heart. I am so thankful for all of the time that I "listened" to Anthony before he died. I am so happy for all of the times that I was able to "listen" to the children that can't speak. I am so in love with God for the times he made me "listen" to him through my actions, not my words. I am so incredibly lucky to have been able to "listen" as my team told me how God changed them this week.
And as we go forward from this week, the challenge is to continue to listen. We don't always have the chance to spend 8 days holding babies, praying with kids who live with HIV/AIDS, and working alongside amazing people from Jamaica just trying to serve God. But we do have the chance to change lives everyday. We do have the chance to see God in every part of our day. We do have the chance to be our best...to be the person God means for us to be. We do have the chance to hear His call. But we have to listen...
--Michael (a rookie each year!)
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
What I am taking with me (Saturday)
I am looking over the wing of our Jet Blue airbus and I see Jamaica growing smaller as we leave. I just finished the delicious beef patty and festival that Gretchen, Teri, and Suzanne bought for the team to eat on the plane. We nearly missed our flight - the airport had to page each of our names individually! But things are a bit quieter now that the plane has taken off and I can use this time to reflect on the past eight days.
This was my third year on the trip and something has felt a little different this whole week. And it feels different now, too. Usually on the plane ride I am close to tears and I feel that I have been torn away from a world where everything is better and God is everywhere. I dread going home and facing the daily grind of life in NYC. I don't feel this right now - I feel an incredible peace and sense of purpose; a knowledge that it is not over and that this is just the beginning.
This year, I do not feel so much that I am leaving something I love behind, but that I am taking a whole lot of love with me to share when I get home. I have begun to learn how to live the lessons of Jamaica and Mustard Seed everyday - whether in Jamaica or in Hoboken or in New York - and I am realizing that "real life" does not actually have to be a whole lot different than the beautiful eight days we just spent in Kingston.
Some other things were different this year, too...
This year... we spent most of our time working at Mary's Child, where we had the privilege to share three days with the most beautiful, generous, light-hearted, and wise teenage girls I have ever met... girls that have persevered through unthinkable challenges and have come through with smiles on their faces and beautiful babies in their arms. They are sisters to one another, mothers to their babies, and teachers to each of us. These girls showed us unconditional love despite all of the hurt they have lived and the many reasons they had not to trust us.
This year... we ventured up the hill past Sophie's Place. We have never gone up the hill before. The uphill climb took us to dinner at a modest rooftop bar where the owner served us food his wife had cooked in his kitchen. He served the food from his own bowls onto the same plates that his family eats from. He opened his home to us, letting us use his family's bathroom, which was located through his bedroom. He welcomed 20 strangers into his home like we were family and he charged us a total of $100 for dinner. The owner showed us love even though he had just met us that evening.
This year... the much-anticipated peace and quiet of our annual Thursday morning prayers were interrupted by excessively loud Jamaican rap music. We had to block it out and struggle to focus on the prayer and worship before us. This challenge was a reminder to each of us of the constant distractions we face back home and the effort it will take to block them out to focus on what really matters - living a life of love and service to others.
This year... we brought five of our boys with HIV to see their first musical show. They felt so special having a night out on the town with us and we felt so lucky to be there with them. We've never had the chance to take the kids out somewhere as a team. You could see how much love they felt and how much love the team had for each of those boys that night.
This year... we did things more simply. We ate fewer of the American snacks we brought. We only had water to shower once during the week and nobody complained. We turned off more lights that weren't being used. We had a sign up for who was on dinner and dish duty, but we did not even need to use it. These little things added up to a strong feeling of camaraderie and love. We were a team and we were living simply for those eight days so that we could grow closer to one another and to God.
Jamaica has vanished behind us by now. The plane will land and we will all get off and go back to our homes and our lives. We will savor hot showers and wash off a week's worth of dirt and sweat. We will take off our team t-shirts and eventually we will remove the Mustard Seed crosses from around our necks. On Monday morning we will put on our work clothes and, along with them, everything that comes with living and working in New York.
My prayer right now is that each of us may bring the simple love we experienced this week to every moment of our day-to-day lives. May we do all things differently because of the love we have shared with these children, with each other, and with many new friends this past week. May we take every moment of this experience and live it out each and everyday for God and for each other.
--Carla, 3rd year
This was my third year on the trip and something has felt a little different this whole week. And it feels different now, too. Usually on the plane ride I am close to tears and I feel that I have been torn away from a world where everything is better and God is everywhere. I dread going home and facing the daily grind of life in NYC. I don't feel this right now - I feel an incredible peace and sense of purpose; a knowledge that it is not over and that this is just the beginning.
This year, I do not feel so much that I am leaving something I love behind, but that I am taking a whole lot of love with me to share when I get home. I have begun to learn how to live the lessons of Jamaica and Mustard Seed everyday - whether in Jamaica or in Hoboken or in New York - and I am realizing that "real life" does not actually have to be a whole lot different than the beautiful eight days we just spent in Kingston.
Some other things were different this year, too...
This year... we spent most of our time working at Mary's Child, where we had the privilege to share three days with the most beautiful, generous, light-hearted, and wise teenage girls I have ever met... girls that have persevered through unthinkable challenges and have come through with smiles on their faces and beautiful babies in their arms. They are sisters to one another, mothers to their babies, and teachers to each of us. These girls showed us unconditional love despite all of the hurt they have lived and the many reasons they had not to trust us.
This year... we ventured up the hill past Sophie's Place. We have never gone up the hill before. The uphill climb took us to dinner at a modest rooftop bar where the owner served us food his wife had cooked in his kitchen. He served the food from his own bowls onto the same plates that his family eats from. He opened his home to us, letting us use his family's bathroom, which was located through his bedroom. He welcomed 20 strangers into his home like we were family and he charged us a total of $100 for dinner. The owner showed us love even though he had just met us that evening.
This year... the much-anticipated peace and quiet of our annual Thursday morning prayers were interrupted by excessively loud Jamaican rap music. We had to block it out and struggle to focus on the prayer and worship before us. This challenge was a reminder to each of us of the constant distractions we face back home and the effort it will take to block them out to focus on what really matters - living a life of love and service to others.
This year... we brought five of our boys with HIV to see their first musical show. They felt so special having a night out on the town with us and we felt so lucky to be there with them. We've never had the chance to take the kids out somewhere as a team. You could see how much love they felt and how much love the team had for each of those boys that night.
This year... we did things more simply. We ate fewer of the American snacks we brought. We only had water to shower once during the week and nobody complained. We turned off more lights that weren't being used. We had a sign up for who was on dinner and dish duty, but we did not even need to use it. These little things added up to a strong feeling of camaraderie and love. We were a team and we were living simply for those eight days so that we could grow closer to one another and to God.
Jamaica has vanished behind us by now. The plane will land and we will all get off and go back to our homes and our lives. We will savor hot showers and wash off a week's worth of dirt and sweat. We will take off our team t-shirts and eventually we will remove the Mustard Seed crosses from around our necks. On Monday morning we will put on our work clothes and, along with them, everything that comes with living and working in New York.
My prayer right now is that each of us may bring the simple love we experienced this week to every moment of our day-to-day lives. May we do all things differently because of the love we have shared with these children, with each other, and with many new friends this past week. May we take every moment of this experience and live it out each and everyday for God and for each other.
--Carla, 3rd year
Friday, November 19, 2010
My Final Reflection (Friday)
Starting your day with Hardo bread, Kevin's eggs and a cup of Jamaican coffee while looking out at the mountains is close to perfection. After 7 days, it doesn't get old. For our last day of work we spent the morning at My Father's House, seeing some of the residents like Dwight and Michael, and then joining in the morning prayers with Father Gregory. After a tour of the grounds, we had the chance to buy some pottery that is made on site before heading back to Mary's Child to finish the work we had started earlier in the week. To quote Jenna, it's amazing what can be accomplished when you put 20 motivated and strong adults to work for 3 days. The entire yard was transformed. Bridget and Karen put the finishing touches on the walkway, Team Fence painted and finished off the fences, and the boys mixed concrete for the base of the trash storage unit. I even had enough time to plant some flowers, with the help of Julie #2 and Gary, Mustard Seed Communities' resident earth guru. I have never seen a man be so gentle with God's earth!
After some much needed baby holding (every woman on the trip had a baby on her shoulder out in the courtyard at the end of the day, there are pictures), we headed down to Mathew 25:40 for an ice cream party and some active playtime. My favorite memory from the day is Cesco, Kevin and Andrew forming the base of a human pyramid that held 5 or 6 boys at one time. Everyone was being showered in love and ice cream.
As the title of this post says, this is my final reflection on the week. Coming back for my 4th trip to Jamaica I thought I knew what to expect. However, once again, God has proven to me that He works in mysterious ways, and nothing is ever as you expect it. This week was an emotional roller coaster. I was thrilled to be coming back and so excited to see all the kids that have become part of my family. On the opposite end of that spectrum, this week we lost one of those family members. Anthony was one of my babies, one of the kids I always refer to when telling people about the trip, one of those people that is always on my mind. This colored my week. I was much more reflective and quiet. For those of you who know me, you know this is out of character. I started to think about how the work we does impacts these kids, and if my physical and emotional exhaustion helps one child live a better life for one day, then it is all worth it. I have always known that in coming here, but the perspective on Anthony's short life and how many people he touched in that time makes me want to work even harder to give all the other children one more happy day. And for that, I am eternally grateful to him.
In closing, I think it is appropriate to paraphrase one of my favorite benedictions: "Our worship has ended, but our service has just begun."
~ Kasey (4th Year)
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Growing Up Jamaican (Thursday)
Earlier this week Mike and Bridget asked us: "What brought you to Mustard Seed this year?" Unsure of of my answer on the spot, I delayed (but I couldn't escape a cross-fire stare competition from Mike for not answering at the time). It was hard to answer on the spot because I don't think about the "why" anymore. It's tradition. It's part of my life. It's an annual family vacation.
On my return each year, I measure how I've grown up throughout the year and (hopefully) how I've applied lessons learned from the previous year's trip in Boston. This year, the idea of family is on my mind...
We're getting older (as Kevin keeps reminding me because his joints ache), and several of the team members are in serious relationships - including Mike and Carla's marriage over the summer. I have to daydream what the future holds for me. For several years, I didn't want kids, and work was #1. My life's priorities have changed, and maybe career isn't this "Granola's" #1 priority anymore (a fun Jamaica nickname for my yoga alter-ego).
I come here to one of my families. It's easy to identify the kids as "our kids," but the team's family dynamic is truly unique, and I come back to this family, in part, to form the vision of the family I want to have someday.
A perfect example as I write this, is most of the team is going to bed; but Bridge, Kevin, Meaghan, Andrew, Mike, Casey, Carla and I are sitting in the common room. We're all exhausted; Mike and Andrew are fighting over the volume of the music; Kevin and I are trying to make a point to Mike (who's not listening); and I'm trying to thoughtfully blog. Sounds like a family antic to me. The others just wait for our ruckus to stop.
My first year here I was struck by mealtime tradition. Twenty of us would gather together for dinner; sit down together; linger at the table recapping the day; and wash dishes together. I was moved by how naturally we came together and helped the other with the pre- and post- chores just because. No one asked for help, but that's what people who love each other do.
I had pictured a happy, excited reunion with the tight-hugging and energetic Steffan on Saturday when we arrived. I couldn't wait to run up and grab him. Instead, I was met with a limp boy who didn't get out of bed for the day and barely recognized me. His meds changed, and he's still trying to adjust. I think that I felt 1/10 of how a mom feels when her son is sick, and she can't help.
The Early Breakfast Club is a funny tradition. Kevin and I started waking up before the sun a couple of years ago and drinking coffee before anyone else would arise. The team caught on to our coffee thievery, and now we're joined by Nisha, Mike, and Andrew each morning to see the sky light up over the mountains.
Perhaps my glory moment of the week was at Jerusalem yesterday. I mentioned that I didn't want kids for a while and still really struggle with babies and toddlers. I'm not someone who's great at high pitched voices and baby noises and non-conversations. I cherish the love and hugs they give but am self-conscious of my interactions with them. We exited the bus and spotted JoAnna - a small schoolgirl on her way to Little Angels (the onsite school). Mike said something like, "Oh, this cutie's mine. Can you hold this paper, Julie?" I took it as he bent down with his arms extended wide and a huge smile, urging her to run in for a hug. She beelined it toward him and made a sudden sharp right turn for... me? I was more shocked than anyone, but it made me believe for that moment that I do have it in me to carry all these family traditions with me to create my own one day.
It scares me to think about each of us growing up too much. Eventually, most of the group will be married and have kids and move about the country. We can't stay in our 20s, 30s, and 40s forever (I'm told). I hate thinking about the day when just some of us will return and it won't be the same. But until then, all I can do is live inside the moments that we are here - and our family is still this tight. For as long as I can, I'll keep coming back to Jamaica without re-questioning my decision each year. This is tradition. And we're a family. That's what you do.
--Julie (4th year)
On my return each year, I measure how I've grown up throughout the year and (hopefully) how I've applied lessons learned from the previous year's trip in Boston. This year, the idea of family is on my mind...
We're getting older (as Kevin keeps reminding me because his joints ache), and several of the team members are in serious relationships - including Mike and Carla's marriage over the summer. I have to daydream what the future holds for me. For several years, I didn't want kids, and work was #1. My life's priorities have changed, and maybe career isn't this "Granola's" #1 priority anymore (a fun Jamaica nickname for my yoga alter-ego).
I come here to one of my families. It's easy to identify the kids as "our kids," but the team's family dynamic is truly unique, and I come back to this family, in part, to form the vision of the family I want to have someday.
A perfect example as I write this, is most of the team is going to bed; but Bridge, Kevin, Meaghan, Andrew, Mike, Casey, Carla and I are sitting in the common room. We're all exhausted; Mike and Andrew are fighting over the volume of the music; Kevin and I are trying to make a point to Mike (who's not listening); and I'm trying to thoughtfully blog. Sounds like a family antic to me. The others just wait for our ruckus to stop.
My first year here I was struck by mealtime tradition. Twenty of us would gather together for dinner; sit down together; linger at the table recapping the day; and wash dishes together. I was moved by how naturally we came together and helped the other with the pre- and post- chores just because. No one asked for help, but that's what people who love each other do.
I had pictured a happy, excited reunion with the tight-hugging and energetic Steffan on Saturday when we arrived. I couldn't wait to run up and grab him. Instead, I was met with a limp boy who didn't get out of bed for the day and barely recognized me. His meds changed, and he's still trying to adjust. I think that I felt 1/10 of how a mom feels when her son is sick, and she can't help.
The Early Breakfast Club is a funny tradition. Kevin and I started waking up before the sun a couple of years ago and drinking coffee before anyone else would arise. The team caught on to our coffee thievery, and now we're joined by Nisha, Mike, and Andrew each morning to see the sky light up over the mountains.
Perhaps my glory moment of the week was at Jerusalem yesterday. I mentioned that I didn't want kids for a while and still really struggle with babies and toddlers. I'm not someone who's great at high pitched voices and baby noises and non-conversations. I cherish the love and hugs they give but am self-conscious of my interactions with them. We exited the bus and spotted JoAnna - a small schoolgirl on her way to Little Angels (the onsite school). Mike said something like, "Oh, this cutie's mine. Can you hold this paper, Julie?" I took it as he bent down with his arms extended wide and a huge smile, urging her to run in for a hug. She beelined it toward him and made a sudden sharp right turn for... me? I was more shocked than anyone, but it made me believe for that moment that I do have it in me to carry all these family traditions with me to create my own one day.
It scares me to think about each of us growing up too much. Eventually, most of the group will be married and have kids and move about the country. We can't stay in our 20s, 30s, and 40s forever (I'm told). I hate thinking about the day when just some of us will return and it won't be the same. But until then, all I can do is live inside the moments that we are here - and our family is still this tight. For as long as I can, I'll keep coming back to Jamaica without re-questioning my decision each year. This is tradition. And we're a family. That's what you do.
--Julie (4th year)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Rain, Rain Go Away (Wednesday)
Wake up 6:30 - Jamaican coffee! Depart for Jerusalem. Jerusalem is a special place for many of our group members because it is the home of many sponsor children and Dare to Care, the community where children living with HIV/AIDS reside. Jerusalem includes about 200 children and caregivers on a campus like facility, with housing, schools, a chapel and even a health clinic. Oh and also real actual free range livestock including sheep and goats.
A morning at Jerusalem always begins with a tour, morning prayer and many songs. We sang one our favorite songs "Tings Already Betta" in hopes to stop the rain. However, the Mustard Seed Leaders are never impressed with our singing and neither were the heavens since it rained and rained all morning long. Due to the rain, we found ourselves inside of the multi-purpose building (think small warehouse) full of miscellaneous items just waiting to be organized. We created TEAMS to better tackle the many obstacles: candle team, tile team, diaper team & the box stacking team. We managed to create some type of order before we got into the rough heavy lifting and moving of items after lunch. A few of us stayed at Dare to Care (Julie #2, Christina, Bridget & Kevin) to visit with our sponsor children and help with other things there.
We missed Father Benny at our afternoon prayer service, but we managed on our own (and "Father Michael") with lots of songs, readings and reflections. In hopes that the rain would stop (which it didn't) we had lunch and then continued our work in the warehouse.
After our hard work it was off to PARTY! (Of course at this point the rain stopped.) KFC, Cake and Ice Cream for Boom-Boom's Birthday (Bridget & Kevin's sponsor child). Looking around the room every single child was perfectly behaved while either gobbling up their food or singing a hit single from back home (renditions of Sean Kingston's "Beautiful Girls" and Jennifer Hudson's "Spotlight" were among them). Bridget and Kevin sat as the proud parents in the front of the room, while all of us held onto a child, the youngest one, Leo, fast asleep in Smidgen (Jordan's) arms.
Sad farewells and lots of hugs with the children followed before Auntie Clovel revealed the results of our previous year's project- rebuilding and renovating "Martha's House", a home which will house over 30 children. It was clear that our long back-wrenching days of tearing up cement, grading the land, tiling and painting had created a beautiful grassy yard for the children to play in and a cozy home for them to live.
We thought one good thing would come of the rain - SHOWERS - but alas we have no water at Sophie's Place again. Baby wipes it is...
~ Julie & Gretchen (2nd years)
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Mary's Child (Tuesday)
Tuesday morning (12:57am) power was out...the rains beat down hard on the tin roof...Nisha running to the bathroom with a flashlight...Kevin sitting in the dark waiting for the power to come on...Nisha, points the light at Kevin and walks back into the room wondering who that was...5:30am Nisha, Julie, Kevin, Michael, and Andrew (Early Morning Breakfast Club) wake up and enjoy a cup of instant Jamaican coffee watching the skies turn bright as the day begins...6:45am Eucharist at the chapel at Sophie's Place...8am Off to Mary's Child to continue our work...Michael creating groups to complete work (i.e. mortar and cement mixers, path layers, adoration room masons, and grotto builders)...Carla teaches the kids...Bridget rubbing mortar onto the inside walls of the grotto...two religious brothers (Victor and Brian) laying stones on the outside of the grotto while Abby and Nisha patted mortar between rocks...Suzanne, Meghan, Teri, and Gary from Mustard Seed, sawed the cement even and laid broken white tiles to decorate the path...Cesco, Christina, and our job foreman, Roy James, laid blocks, filling spaces in the walls with mortar, sawed steel tubes...Christina teaching Religious Studies to the Little Angels...Gretchen, Kasey, Jordan, Julie 1, Karen, and Lauren measuring, cutting, and hammering the wooden fencing for the garbage area...Andrew, Kevin, Jenna, Julie 2, and Lauren mixing mortar to pave the path, lay stones for the grotto, and for blocks in the adoration room...Roy James overlooking our handy work...Some members go to Matthew 25:40 to play with the little boys and some play with the little babies at Mary's Child...12:00pm Midday prayers and lunch of pork, rice and peas, and sugar water...Leroy, our guide, gave us an orientation for the sake of the rookies, Lauren, Meghan, and Abby...About 1:00pm back to work...Sun beating down but a quick rain shower cooling off the day slightly...3:30pm the work was done...Team Hoboken Cares 2010 enjoys an end of day hose "shower" at the work site...Rushed home to get ready to go for dinner at King's Jacket...A night of Red Stripe, Jamaican food, Jamaican national anthem, and group interaction under the night sky was what we needed after a long day.
All I can say is that as we continue on our mission and we get closer to Thanksgiving, it really felt like a good reason to be thankful...family, friends, work, fun, jokes, sharing, emotions, and love. In the famous words of Roy James - One heart, one God, one love. Jamaica the land we love.
--Nisha (2nd year)
All I can say is that as we continue on our mission and we get closer to Thanksgiving, it really felt like a good reason to be thankful...family, friends, work, fun, jokes, sharing, emotions, and love. In the famous words of Roy James - One heart, one God, one love. Jamaica the land we love.
--Nisha (2nd year)
Monday, November 15, 2010
We're On Jamaica Time (Monday)
One of the hardest things to adjust to while being in Jamaica is being on "Jamaica Time." We all come from a place where things are expected to be done at a fast pace and efficiently. That is not how things in Jamaica always work. It has definitely been a challenge for me to let go of my need for a well defined schedule and project plan to be on Jamaica Time.
Today while working at Mary's Child, I found myself frustrated by the amount of time that I felt was being wasted. There seemed to be more people than work and often times a group of us was just standing around. We all had been so eager to start working today, so standing idle was not something we had planned on.
While at first frustrating, I've come to realize that not being able to all work at once gave us other opportunities. Karen and Carla got to spend time with the mothers at Mary's Child and play with the babies. Smaller projects let Christina and Nisha work closely with Roy James and get to know him. And while we are all waiting around, Kasey and Jamaica Kevin treated us all to a walkoff. (Sorry, Kasey, but Jamaica Kevin definitely won.)
I'm learning to appreciate the moments that all of the waiting allows for. In the morning when we are ready and waiting to leave, we get to spend more time with the kids at Sophie's Place. Today, while waiting for there to be materials to complete projects, we got to spend time with the babies and mothers at Mary's Child. When we return home, it most likely will not be building a walkway that we remember. It will be the moments that we spent getting to know the people of Mustard Seed, the conversations with mothers at Mary's Child and the smiles from the kids that stay with us long after we leave Jamaica.
~Meaghan (1st year)
Today while working at Mary's Child, I found myself frustrated by the amount of time that I felt was being wasted. There seemed to be more people than work and often times a group of us was just standing around. We all had been so eager to start working today, so standing idle was not something we had planned on.
While at first frustrating, I've come to realize that not being able to all work at once gave us other opportunities. Karen and Carla got to spend time with the mothers at Mary's Child and play with the babies. Smaller projects let Christina and Nisha work closely with Roy James and get to know him. And while we are all waiting around, Kasey and Jamaica Kevin treated us all to a walkoff. (Sorry, Kasey, but Jamaica Kevin definitely won.)
I'm learning to appreciate the moments that all of the waiting allows for. In the morning when we are ready and waiting to leave, we get to spend more time with the kids at Sophie's Place. Today, while waiting for there to be materials to complete projects, we got to spend time with the babies and mothers at Mary's Child. When we return home, it most likely will not be building a walkway that we remember. It will be the moments that we spent getting to know the people of Mustard Seed, the conversations with mothers at Mary's Child and the smiles from the kids that stay with us long after we leave Jamaica.
~Meaghan (1st year)
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Our Friend Anthony aka "Tony" (Sunday)
Today was a very tough day. Anthony died. He was gregarious, loving, and so happy. He was a child of God who has touched our lives in so many ways. Anthony was a resident of Sophie's Place and had hydrocephalus, was blind and also deaf. Because of all this he was closer to God and showed our group what life is about every time we held his hand, touched his ears, or sat with him. We'd like to share our letter of thanksgiving to him with you.
Dear Anthony,
I want to thank you for being who you were. You had this amazing way of connecting with people through your touch that I will never forget. The first time you grabbed my hands and held them to your ears was something I'll never forget. You took my hands and struggled to help me understand what you wanted me to do. But as soon as I understood and held my hands tight on your ears a peace came over you and you smiled. It clearly felt good for you...and honestly, it changed my life. It was all so simple- you just wanted touch. You just wanted to connect with me. You wanted to feel and to share love. In that moment you touched my heart.
Some people have felt sorry for you. They have asked why you were living with so many struggles. The answer became so clear over the years- God was using you to change the world. You had the chance to touch the life of every person that ever visited Sophie's Place. And through them you touched even more lives. I've heard stories over the years about this boy in Kingston that suffered from hydrocephalus that just wanted people to hold their hands over his ears and when he did his face lit up. Yep, you were kind of a big deal around here. People sat with you for hours and held you. And in those moments you truly were changing the world. So for that, we thank you Anthony.
While we struggle to know what we are on this earth for and what we are "doing" with our lives you have always been a reality check for us. Our jobs, relationships, to do lists, cell phones, blackberries, family and numerous other distractions are always pulling at us and telling us that if we did this or that we'd be happy but you made us sit down and just be. You only cared that we cared enough to sit with you and hold your hand. You didn't care what car we drove, how much our bonus was, who we were dating, or what clubs we belonged to. You didn't care how skinny, fat, pretty, ugly, or smart we were. You just cared that we were. We were there when you needed us and we let you lead us. Thank you for making us less than we care to be and more than we ever could be.
You were also an amazing friend to the other boys at Sophie's Place. I remember so many times walking into your cottage and you would be sitting next to TyTy and Reinhardt and all three of you would be smiling. I'm sure they are going to miss you. Honestly, I already miss you. Knowing you aren't downstairs right now sleeping and knowing that I don't get to hold your hands tomorrow makes me sad. But I also know that your work here is done. You have touched enough people that will go on and touch so many other people. Your hands have touched me and my hands will go on to touch others. You truly have created a world of people that have learned from you and have come closer to God because of you. You were and you are special.
Our sadness in losing you is only matched by our joy in knowing that you are with God. The smile you used to bring to my face by holding my hands is again on my face thinking of you dancing and singing in heaven. God's light that has always shone out from you is lighting the sky tonight and continues to touch the world.
Thank You Anthony for doing God's work.
Love,
Team Hoboken
While we are devastated by the news of Anthony's death we are fortified that Anthony had a life. Mustard Seed is home to so many children who have been abandoned and without the work that we do children like Anthony would not be able to live day to day let alone change the world. Our team's challenge, as it has always been, is to strip ourselves bare of our "normal" lives and to immerse ourselves in the work Mustard Seed is doing in Jamaica. Then we have to determine how we can take this experience, make it our own, and change the world. Each of us shares in the responsibility to make sure that all children are taken care of and are loved. Our mission goes on. The mission of Mustard Seed goes on. Anthony's mission goes on.
--The Hoboken Cares Team
Lessons of God (Saturday)
An early start to the day (or a late ending to the night), packing the trailer with all of the supplies, stuffing last minute donations into already overflowing suitcases, and we were off to begin our journey.
We know we're supposed to trust in God on this trip but sometimes we forget that until we're tested. We arrived at JFK and attempted to check 20- 50lb bins, 20 suitcases, and 20 carry-ons full of medical supplies, donations, and other important things for the week but this year they told us we couldn't get the baggage fee waived. This is not what we wanted to hear since we were counting on not having to spend that amount of money on luggage. But by the grace of God we met an incredible Jet Blue agent named Faquan who had done mission work in college. He helped us, along with some very passionate begging and a few tears, convince his supervisor to waive the fees and we were able to avoid spending $600 that can now be used to feed the children. Lesson one- trust.
Going anywhere with 20 people can be difficult but add in international travel, no sleep, and some very thorough custom agents and we were very thankful to make it on to our bus and leave the airport behind us!
After a quick stop for some very delicious Jamaican beef patties, we finally made it to Sophie's Place! We settled in, unpacked, and most of the group headed right downstairs to spend time with the kids. For some of us we saw familiar faces, and for others they were meeting some incredible new friends for the first time. What was striking to some of us was the reality we sometimes forget- these kids are sick. Anthony, one of our favorite kids because of his impact on us in past years, was asleep in one of the back rooms which is not like him. We found out later that shortly after we first saw him he was taken to the hospital. We take for granted that these kids will be here year to year changing lives and it is easy to forget how fragile they are. We know that God has His hand on them and we need to believe that He will always be with them in their good times and their suffering. Lesson two- faith.
After a dinner of dumplings and Hardo bread we were treated to a very special concert by Fr. Ho Lung and Friends with Missionaries of the Poor. While the Jamaica humor and references to cricket were a little hard to follow the pure joy and celebration of Jesus Christ was amazing to see and be a part of. The name of the concert was "Praise Him" and the entire auditorium was so full of faith and passion and just overflowing with Joy in Him. It was humbling to be a part of and such a reminder that in all things including singing and dancing and laughing He is with us. Lesson three - praise.
It wasn't long after we got in the bus to come home that half the team was asleep. It was a long day but one full of trust, faith, and praise. We know we have so much more to experience this week, but day one certainly reminded us of why we are here. Until tomorrow...
Bridget & Michael (6th year, Co-Leaders)
We know we're supposed to trust in God on this trip but sometimes we forget that until we're tested. We arrived at JFK and attempted to check 20- 50lb bins, 20 suitcases, and 20 carry-ons full of medical supplies, donations, and other important things for the week but this year they told us we couldn't get the baggage fee waived. This is not what we wanted to hear since we were counting on not having to spend that amount of money on luggage. But by the grace of God we met an incredible Jet Blue agent named Faquan who had done mission work in college. He helped us, along with some very passionate begging and a few tears, convince his supervisor to waive the fees and we were able to avoid spending $600 that can now be used to feed the children. Lesson one- trust.
Going anywhere with 20 people can be difficult but add in international travel, no sleep, and some very thorough custom agents and we were very thankful to make it on to our bus and leave the airport behind us!
After a quick stop for some very delicious Jamaican beef patties, we finally made it to Sophie's Place! We settled in, unpacked, and most of the group headed right downstairs to spend time with the kids. For some of us we saw familiar faces, and for others they were meeting some incredible new friends for the first time. What was striking to some of us was the reality we sometimes forget- these kids are sick. Anthony, one of our favorite kids because of his impact on us in past years, was asleep in one of the back rooms which is not like him. We found out later that shortly after we first saw him he was taken to the hospital. We take for granted that these kids will be here year to year changing lives and it is easy to forget how fragile they are. We know that God has His hand on them and we need to believe that He will always be with them in their good times and their suffering. Lesson two- faith.
After a dinner of dumplings and Hardo bread we were treated to a very special concert by Fr. Ho Lung and Friends with Missionaries of the Poor. While the Jamaica humor and references to cricket were a little hard to follow the pure joy and celebration of Jesus Christ was amazing to see and be a part of. The name of the concert was "Praise Him" and the entire auditorium was so full of faith and passion and just overflowing with Joy in Him. It was humbling to be a part of and such a reminder that in all things including singing and dancing and laughing He is with us. Lesson three - praise.
It wasn't long after we got in the bus to come home that half the team was asleep. It was a long day but one full of trust, faith, and praise. We know we have so much more to experience this week, but day one certainly reminded us of why we are here. Until tomorrow...
Bridget & Michael (6th year, Co-Leaders)
Friday, November 12, 2010
Feel the Rhythm...Feel The Rhyme...Get on Up, It's Mission Time!
It has been one of those weeks where days blend together, thoughts are all over the place, and the unimportant becomes a little too important. I've been on the road since Monday and each morning as I woke up in hotel rooms all I could think of was how peaceful it is going to be to wake up in Jamaica with the mountains in the background, a cup of delicious coffee in my hand, the sound of the kids at Sophie's Place crying in the background, and a sore body from the hard work we'll be doing. It's funny what can become the definition of peaceful.
When are you most at peace? For me it is when I am at my best. It is when I know I am living the kind of life I am called to live. When I am striving to get closer to God and be the person He means for me to be. In those moments days don't blend together...thoughts aren't all over the place...and the unimportant doesn't even cross my mind. In those moments I can be who I am supposed to be. In those moments I have the ability to be the change I wish to see in the world.
In less than 24 hours I will be in this place again. But why is it only in Jamaica that I feel truly at peace? Leading this trip with Bridget for six years, our teams have heard me preach about how we need to take the lessons we learn in Jamaica back home with us. They have heard me talk about how the feelings we have need to drive us everyday. They have heard me beg them to find the words to describe their experiences in Jamaica because in sharing it they will influence others. The truth is, it isn't easy.
This year I am afraid. I am afraid because I don't know what God is going to reveal to me this week. What does He need me to see? What does He need me to know? At the same time I am so excited for this team. They have worked so hard to raise the money for this trip. They have given of themselves so selflessly for the kids, many of them having never been before so they don't truly know exactly what they have been working for. That's the moment I can't wait for- watching this team arrive in Jamaica. Watching them meet the kids and be unable to contain their smiles. Watching them hold the hands of Daniel, Ramario, and all of the other kids. Watching them find peace. Watching them be who He meant for them to be.
And together we'll figure out the rest. We'll talk about how we process what we experience. We'll talk about how we bring it back with us and use it in our everyday lives. We'll work together to change the world.
Every year I ask the team to leave all of their worries and expectations at home. I ask them to come ready to work and to be open to the experience. I ask them to live simply, give generously, and smile. This year I am going to ask them one more thing- be ready to find peace.
On Tuesday morning I turned on the TV and Cool Runnings, the movie about the Jamaican bobsled team, was on. I smiled and I quickly emailed the team with my own variation of the key line from the movie: Feel the rhythm...feel the rhyme...get on up, it's mission time!
--Michael (6th Year, Team Co-Leader)
When are you most at peace? For me it is when I am at my best. It is when I know I am living the kind of life I am called to live. When I am striving to get closer to God and be the person He means for me to be. In those moments days don't blend together...thoughts aren't all over the place...and the unimportant doesn't even cross my mind. In those moments I can be who I am supposed to be. In those moments I have the ability to be the change I wish to see in the world.
In less than 24 hours I will be in this place again. But why is it only in Jamaica that I feel truly at peace? Leading this trip with Bridget for six years, our teams have heard me preach about how we need to take the lessons we learn in Jamaica back home with us. They have heard me talk about how the feelings we have need to drive us everyday. They have heard me beg them to find the words to describe their experiences in Jamaica because in sharing it they will influence others. The truth is, it isn't easy.
This year I am afraid. I am afraid because I don't know what God is going to reveal to me this week. What does He need me to see? What does He need me to know? At the same time I am so excited for this team. They have worked so hard to raise the money for this trip. They have given of themselves so selflessly for the kids, many of them having never been before so they don't truly know exactly what they have been working for. That's the moment I can't wait for- watching this team arrive in Jamaica. Watching them meet the kids and be unable to contain their smiles. Watching them hold the hands of Daniel, Ramario, and all of the other kids. Watching them find peace. Watching them be who He meant for them to be.
And together we'll figure out the rest. We'll talk about how we process what we experience. We'll talk about how we bring it back with us and use it in our everyday lives. We'll work together to change the world.
Every year I ask the team to leave all of their worries and expectations at home. I ask them to come ready to work and to be open to the experience. I ask them to live simply, give generously, and smile. This year I am going to ask them one more thing- be ready to find peace.
On Tuesday morning I turned on the TV and Cool Runnings, the movie about the Jamaican bobsled team, was on. I smiled and I quickly emailed the team with my own variation of the key line from the movie: Feel the rhythm...feel the rhyme...get on up, it's mission time!
--Michael (6th Year, Team Co-Leader)
Friday, November 5, 2010
Rookie No More
Last year I wrote a blog from my rookie standpoint and now I’m only days away from starting year 2. Some of my feelings are the same, and some are completely different than a year ago, however one thing is the same—there are a lot of them. As I said in my half marathon blog post this team has forever changed the person I am. No matter where we are as a team: the church, a fundraiser at a bar, trying to sell used items on a sidewalk, just spending time together enjoying a meal or a drink, or of course Jamaica, I always feel at home and at peace. Somewhere someone said the people to surround yourself with are the people who make you the best version of yourself and that is what I see in this team. So my first emotion is that I feel Lucky. First lucky to have to this team in my everyday life and then that is compounded by the love from the children and caretakers at Mustard Seed.
I’m also feeling anxious in every sense of the word. I’ve been working toward this year’s trip since we returned last year and now it’s ALMOST here and the countdown is always going in my head and now I’m just anxious to get on the road. Of course the anxiety also sets in other ways. But there is also just the worrying side of the anxiety of getting everything ready to go to Jamaica and what we will experience once we’re there. I’m trying to mentally prepare myself knowing some kids I saw last year that were relativity healthy could have taken a turn for the worse in the past year. I try to remember that on the other side of that I will also be seeing progress in children learning and getting healthier.
So this no longer rookie is ready to bring on the new challenges and new rewards of the 2010 trip!
Monday, May 17, 2010
I can do all things through God who strengthens me
I did it! I reached my goal of finishing the race in less than 2 hours! Who cares if the clock read 1:59:58??? It was still under 2!!! WOO HOO!!! (And I’m alive to tell about it!) :-)
I made it through my relay with a few special gifts from God. I was able to walk/run as planned for the first 4 miles. During that period I did start to feel pain from my planter facetious... but I pushed through and made it as far along as I could. The second toe on my right foot went numb a few times but I got the blood flowing again and kept pushing on!
At about 4.5 miles my first gift from God appeared...my amazing boyfriend Francesco was there on the sidelines cheering me on. More importantly he was holding my bag that had my walking shoes in them!!! I HAD TO change my sneakers. The pain in my right heal was so bad that I couldn't even put it down...so the walking sneakers with more support were a God sent at this point! Francesco walked about 1/2 a mile with me then went back to the end of the race as I continued on.
Around mile 5.5 I was feeling the strain in my right leg. The pain in my heel was making me compensate while walking and the pain was shooting down my right calf muscle and Achilles…pain was kicking in. My second gift from God was this older woman who ran by me. She patted me and said, “Keep it up, you can do it!” and then pointed to the back of her t-shirt as she ran by. Her shirt read, “I can do all things through God who strengthens me.” That was a big push for me and I began the ultimate speed walk at this point. I walked as hard as I could through the pain. I was just praising God through my head and shortly thereafter a song came on my iPod and it made me think of our Lord Jesus and the pain he had carrying that cross on Calvary. I felt the size of an ant as my humble heart was beating. The pain I felt in my foot and leg was nothing compared to what Jesus went through for me. I pushed and pushed and just prayed. Jesus was with me and held my hand as I continued on and worked through the pain.
The next gift God sent me to keep me going and not give up was towards the very end. I knew I was getting close to the end but I still had a thought to give up or just take a break. Well, right as I was about to, I spotted the street sign where I was turning on. It was Dwyer Lane. I immediately thought of my chiropractor/friend Kelly Dwyer. She was the FIRST person to give me a donation and this was the LAST leg of my race. Talk about a literal sign from God! Well, I thought of Kelly and how generous she was to support me and I sped up once again and refused to be conquered by pain (besides, if the pain got really bad, she would fix me up!) :-) So I continued to push and I made it past the last curve…
I’ve never been in a race or an event like this before so I didn’t expect to see ALL THESE PEOPLE cheering me on! Sure, everyone had a friend or family member there to see but EVERYONE was cheering for EVERYONE! People were calling out my number and pushing me along and cheering me on! It was a great feeling…my final gift from God was my relay partner Andrea. As soon as she spotted me she came over and arm in arm we ran through the finish line together! To share that moment with such a dear friend was amazing and I was so happy that we were able to cross that line at the same moment and collect our medals!
I would never have done this event if it wasn’t to support the children of Mustard Seed Communities. Those children are MY babies. They are MY children. They are MY life. They have changed my life more than I have theirs. I will be going on my 4th mission trip this November to see my kids. Because of the love and support of everyone who has donated, I will be able to see healthier, happier, educated, nourished children once again. Your support gives these children a chance that they didn’t have before. Thank you for supporting me and the children of Mustard Seed Communities - you really have no idea how grateful I am!
~ Christina
I made it through my relay with a few special gifts from God. I was able to walk/run as planned for the first 4 miles. During that period I did start to feel pain from my planter facetious... but I pushed through and made it as far along as I could. The second toe on my right foot went numb a few times but I got the blood flowing again and kept pushing on!
At about 4.5 miles my first gift from God appeared...my amazing boyfriend Francesco was there on the sidelines cheering me on. More importantly he was holding my bag that had my walking shoes in them!!! I HAD TO change my sneakers. The pain in my right heal was so bad that I couldn't even put it down...so the walking sneakers with more support were a God sent at this point! Francesco walked about 1/2 a mile with me then went back to the end of the race as I continued on.
Around mile 5.5 I was feeling the strain in my right leg. The pain in my heel was making me compensate while walking and the pain was shooting down my right calf muscle and Achilles…pain was kicking in. My second gift from God was this older woman who ran by me. She patted me and said, “Keep it up, you can do it!” and then pointed to the back of her t-shirt as she ran by. Her shirt read, “I can do all things through God who strengthens me.” That was a big push for me and I began the ultimate speed walk at this point. I walked as hard as I could through the pain. I was just praising God through my head and shortly thereafter a song came on my iPod and it made me think of our Lord Jesus and the pain he had carrying that cross on Calvary. I felt the size of an ant as my humble heart was beating. The pain I felt in my foot and leg was nothing compared to what Jesus went through for me. I pushed and pushed and just prayed. Jesus was with me and held my hand as I continued on and worked through the pain.
The next gift God sent me to keep me going and not give up was towards the very end. I knew I was getting close to the end but I still had a thought to give up or just take a break. Well, right as I was about to, I spotted the street sign where I was turning on. It was Dwyer Lane. I immediately thought of my chiropractor/friend Kelly Dwyer. She was the FIRST person to give me a donation and this was the LAST leg of my race. Talk about a literal sign from God! Well, I thought of Kelly and how generous she was to support me and I sped up once again and refused to be conquered by pain (besides, if the pain got really bad, she would fix me up!) :-) So I continued to push and I made it past the last curve…
I’ve never been in a race or an event like this before so I didn’t expect to see ALL THESE PEOPLE cheering me on! Sure, everyone had a friend or family member there to see but EVERYONE was cheering for EVERYONE! People were calling out my number and pushing me along and cheering me on! It was a great feeling…my final gift from God was my relay partner Andrea. As soon as she spotted me she came over and arm in arm we ran through the finish line together! To share that moment with such a dear friend was amazing and I was so happy that we were able to cross that line at the same moment and collect our medals!
I would never have done this event if it wasn’t to support the children of Mustard Seed Communities. Those children are MY babies. They are MY children. They are MY life. They have changed my life more than I have theirs. I will be going on my 4th mission trip this November to see my kids. Because of the love and support of everyone who has donated, I will be able to see healthier, happier, educated, nourished children once again. Your support gives these children a chance that they didn’t have before. Thank you for supporting me and the children of Mustard Seed Communities - you really have no idea how grateful I am!
~ Christina
Sunday, May 16, 2010
What Running Has Taught Me
It had been a long and anxious wait, lacing up the sneakers through the past 18 weeks of training, through a gamut of weather conditions and dealing with just a few aches and pains along the way, but we've come so far in our running quest, all in the name of Mustard Seed Communities.
Finally, it was here - the culmination of all of our hard work-the big show- my first half marathon, knowing I didn't want to let down our supporters, friends, and of course all of the "Super Heroes" at MSC. Although it took me 2 hours and 41 minutes, I ran alongside my awesome teammate Kasey in her bright green and yellow outfit, through the woods, and picturesque residential streets, past "Larry the Lighthouse," encouraging each other through all kinds of uphills and long stretches of open road. I felt an emotional burst of energy sprinting toward the time clock, with all of my teammates cheering me on. Even though I was feeling "a bit" tired, so many of them came up to me saying I was aglow crossing the finish line. For sure, I had a flashback of all the times I was tempted to be discouraged or focus on the negative but didn't, from checking my fund-raising page and all that were inspired to support us, and all associated with MSC Jamaica.
Running has taught me many things - to live in the moment, to understand my body, it's needs and all it can do, and although I'm not the fastest runner, to be thankful for all that I have and all I can give. Michael and the team never once gave up on me, as crazy as a half marathon seemed to me, when we first started talking about it last winter. Mile after mile as long as I put in the effort, and it was certainly God who brought me exactly what I needed at all the right time in my life - the inspiration and power to accomplish great things, especially for my favorite cause.
~ Melissa
Finally, it was here - the culmination of all of our hard work-the big show- my first half marathon, knowing I didn't want to let down our supporters, friends, and of course all of the "Super Heroes" at MSC. Although it took me 2 hours and 41 minutes, I ran alongside my awesome teammate Kasey in her bright green and yellow outfit, through the woods, and picturesque residential streets, past "Larry the Lighthouse," encouraging each other through all kinds of uphills and long stretches of open road. I felt an emotional burst of energy sprinting toward the time clock, with all of my teammates cheering me on. Even though I was feeling "a bit" tired, so many of them came up to me saying I was aglow crossing the finish line. For sure, I had a flashback of all the times I was tempted to be discouraged or focus on the negative but didn't, from checking my fund-raising page and all that were inspired to support us, and all associated with MSC Jamaica.
Running has taught me many things - to live in the moment, to understand my body, it's needs and all it can do, and although I'm not the fastest runner, to be thankful for all that I have and all I can give. Michael and the team never once gave up on me, as crazy as a half marathon seemed to me, when we first started talking about it last winter. Mile after mile as long as I put in the effort, and it was certainly God who brought me exactly what I needed at all the right time in my life - the inspiration and power to accomplish great things, especially for my favorite cause.
~ Melissa
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Teamwork
Before our trip last year i wrote a blog from the rookie perspective. In the case of running a half marathon, I am actually not so much of a rookie. I ran a half marathon in April of 2009 kind of by accident. I had been running 5ks and some women in my office were signing up for the More and Fitness half marathon in central park, I said I would do it with them and before I knew it I was "training" for my first half. I had some knee issues in the past and it became an issue during my training last year and I let it get in the way in a major way. Then race day came along and it happened to be an unseasonable 92 degrees. Basically I gave myself some excuses to not run as fast as I probably could have.
Training with the group this year has made all the difference. I never enjoyed running with people before, and definitely would never think of running without my ipod to motivate me. Now I can hardly imagine a long run without some of my favorite people by my side. I had some knee and hip problems along the way but knowing I had people waiting for me every Saturday morning for long runs was all I needed to get out of bed and run through the pains. The team work we pull together for our common goal for the kids continues to shape my life in so many ways. The motivation everyone has given me has even encouraged me to sign up for another half marathon in September! The kids in Jamaica and the Hoboken Cares team constantly push me to be the best person that I can be.
~ Jordan
Training with the group this year has made all the difference. I never enjoyed running with people before, and definitely would never think of running without my ipod to motivate me. Now I can hardly imagine a long run without some of my favorite people by my side. I had some knee and hip problems along the way but knowing I had people waiting for me every Saturday morning for long runs was all I needed to get out of bed and run through the pains. The team work we pull together for our common goal for the kids continues to shape my life in so many ways. The motivation everyone has given me has even encouraged me to sign up for another half marathon in September! The kids in Jamaica and the Hoboken Cares team constantly push me to be the best person that I can be.
~ Jordan
Friday, May 14, 2010
Lets be Superheros!
As some of you may know, the HobokenCares team has committed to running a half-marathon to raise money for Mustard Seed. Many of us have never run before, or never participated in a race or only run a 5K ... certainly most of the team has never run 13.2 miles! But we have a couple marathoners in our ranks so they have taken the rest of us under their wings and shown us the way. We have been training since January and now amazingly the race is only a few days away!
I am one of those who has run before but never this far. The most I've ever run was 5 miles, and I was so proud of myself after that accomplishment that I took a break from running - and never went back! I never thought I could run more than that, and quite frankly never wanted to :-) But when this challenge presented itself I thought - I have to do this for the kids. Part of me didn't believe i could do it but I had to try.
As it turns out, my body didn't believe I could do it either. As I progressed in my training, I started feeling the effects - first pain in my knee (probably the result of knee surgery many years ago) then in my hamstring. But I kept training and trying to push through it. I thought about our kids... and how they face hurdles and challenges and physical obstacles every day but they keep trying. I pictured Hakeem in his wheelchair or Jerome struggling to put on his leg braces and then impressing us all as he walked laps around the courtyard at Sophie's place.
I felt I could push through for the kids. But it became painful enough that I was having trouble walking so I went to a doctor to make sure I wasn't doing any long-term damage. Diagnosis - a rotated hip and hamstring tendonitis. Six weeks of physical therapy. And no running.
The race is 3 days away, and I am still on the fence about what to do. I ran 2 miles yesterday and did not feel good - the pain came back almost immediately. I could probably run part of the race and be ok, although the pain will worsen and I'll probably undo whatever healing I have had in PT so far. I know my body probably will not let me complete the whole 13.2 miles - but I'll do what I can... for the kids. Because as coach Michael has reminded us today: "We are their legs. They are our heart."
The SuperHero half-marathon is this sunday , May 16th... check out some of our fundraising pages and please consider supporting us in our efforts for the kids of Mustard Seed!
http://www.firstgiving.com/bridgethughes
http://www.firstgiving.com/karenimbach
http://www.firstgiving.com/andreamilo
~ andrea
I am one of those who has run before but never this far. The most I've ever run was 5 miles, and I was so proud of myself after that accomplishment that I took a break from running - and never went back! I never thought I could run more than that, and quite frankly never wanted to :-) But when this challenge presented itself I thought - I have to do this for the kids. Part of me didn't believe i could do it but I had to try.
As it turns out, my body didn't believe I could do it either. As I progressed in my training, I started feeling the effects - first pain in my knee (probably the result of knee surgery many years ago) then in my hamstring. But I kept training and trying to push through it. I thought about our kids... and how they face hurdles and challenges and physical obstacles every day but they keep trying. I pictured Hakeem in his wheelchair or Jerome struggling to put on his leg braces and then impressing us all as he walked laps around the courtyard at Sophie's place.
I felt I could push through for the kids. But it became painful enough that I was having trouble walking so I went to a doctor to make sure I wasn't doing any long-term damage. Diagnosis - a rotated hip and hamstring tendonitis. Six weeks of physical therapy. And no running.
The race is 3 days away, and I am still on the fence about what to do. I ran 2 miles yesterday and did not feel good - the pain came back almost immediately. I could probably run part of the race and be ok, although the pain will worsen and I'll probably undo whatever healing I have had in PT so far. I know my body probably will not let me complete the whole 13.2 miles - but I'll do what I can... for the kids. Because as coach Michael has reminded us today: "We are their legs. They are our heart."
The SuperHero half-marathon is this sunday , May 16th... check out some of our fundraising pages and please consider supporting us in our efforts for the kids of Mustard Seed!
http://www.firstgiving.com/bridgethughes
http://www.firstgiving.com/karenimbach
http://www.firstgiving.com/andreamilo
~ andrea
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