Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Empowering through Music: A Honduran Pilot Program

There is only one ME.   #MEproject
Music Inspires Me
Music undeniably moves us.
It may move us to dance, to think, to express, to release, to serve, to act. If we are empowered, music can enable us to move in a way that betters our world.
Since my time in Guatemala over the Christmas/New Year holiday 2012-2013 with my nephew-turned-son in tow, I knew the magic that happened for Daniel and for the middle school and high school students on the expedition could and SHOULD be replicated.  HOW to replicate it in a different way that tied in my personal skills, talents, and passions was the big question.  After more than a year working with great minds in the business world and the music industry including GA 2013 Producer of the Year John Briglevich, the brilliant financial mind of Frank Lake of Cox Enterprises, the collegiate expertise of Michael Deis, international traveler and interim Dean of the School of Business for Clayton State University (home of Spivey Hall), the input of GRAMMY winning engineers, musicians, Rotarians and humanitarians, and tremendous legal council from a fellow musician and esteemed lawyer from Georgia Lawyers for the Arts, I am humbled to announce the launch of The Music Empowerment Project (ME Project).
This is a summary of the ME Project's teaching pilot:
At HOPE Middle School (Instituto Esperanza HOI), music integrated the previously self-gender-segregated students to the point the boys and girls danced side-by-side to songs from Justin Timberlake, Shakira and Pit Bull.  These 7th, 8th, and 9th grade youth in rural Honduras are full of life, intelligence, and ambition. They are fortunate to have the opportunity to attend the most well renowned school in the Agalta Valley. This school is run and funded by the international non-profit HOI (formerly Honduran Outreach Inc.).
During this trip to Honduras, our teaching pilot, we partnered with HOI to provide a music program for this well run school to further engage the students while in school. To further inspire students to continue on to high school. To break down the mental barriers we humans put in our minds that tell us “we can’t”.
Music Inspires Me to Dance
What is a music program without dance class?
While taking a first look at the children this school serves, one might see the students’ neatly kept uniforms and assume these are the more privileged students in the community. However, once you visit a student’s home, you may wonder:
how is it possible for these youth to keep their white and khaki uniforms so clean when they sleep on dirt floors and wash clothes in stone built basins outside?
Typical Honduran home
Typical Honduran student home
Lead Instructor David Lopez shares the quote of the day. "There is Only One Me"
Lead Instructor David Lopez shares the quote of the day. “There is Only One Me”
These students want to learn. Their parents want to support them. The US donors who cover their scholarships believe that when basic education is afforded to eager minds, knowledge is planted and opportunities bloom. When students are engaged and motivated, they will their uniforms clean. It is a symbol of their family’s monetary and intangible sacrifices that enable their minds to be empowered.
The ME Project’s pilot program was headed by Lizzy Vincent (Founder) and David Lopez (Lead Instructor). For one week, David’s lessons focused on music basics: origins, feelings evoked, rhythms maintained, movement created, and the importance of unity.
In addition to these basics, a daily quote was taught to every 7th and 8th grade student in English and in Spanish to reinforce the importance of individual worth and personal inspiration.
Program quotes: There is Only One Me. Music Inspires Me. My Dreams Can Become Reality. 
Many guests sat in to view the program in action including HOI’s President Laurie Willing, HAVE Foundation’s Bob Hope, many international Rotary Club leaders, and legendary UGA football coach Vince Dooley.
Drumming outdoors while classmates work on rhythmic dance inside.
Drumming outdoors while classmates work on rhythmic dance inside.
After a week with beautiful accommodations at the HOI ranch, satiating food, enthusiastic support from HOI teachers, and countless one-one-one touching moments with students eager to be involved with the music program, we knew we would absolutely return to work with the children at Hope Middle School again.
Concluding the week, the ME Project visited the Honduran branch of the Covenant House (learn about Covenant House), Casa Alianza, serving homeless youth in the capital city Tegucigalpa.  We were asked to become part of the Covenant House’s efforts in Honduras and are working on integrating a service component to future ME Programs to serve these at-risk youth.  In combination with our conversations with Rotary International to cross-support each other’s efforts, we deem the pilot program a success and look forward to providing support and resources for at-risk youth in Honduras and in many more locations to come.
We plan to return to Honduras Saturday 6/28-Sunday 7/6 with a handful of high school students and recent high school graduates to focus on drums, piano, and vocals in the class and to provide cross-cultural learning for the volunteers in the evenings. This student pilot will help develop a two-month teaching program that can be launched abroad in 2015.
Will you get involved?  We need volunteers, social fundraising advocates, and supplies. 

NOW ENROLLING STUDENT PILOT: 6/28-7/6


There is Only Me: Music Empowers
There is Only Me: Music Empowers
 HOPE Middle's principal joins one of the four ME Project music classes.
HOPE Middle’s Principal joins one of the four ME Project music classes.

For some behind the scenes candids, check out the photos that follow.  Working with Lee Coleman (director of photography and videographer) capturing documentary footage was "super-fun".  There were times I was so drained after a adrenaline-filled day that I just didn't want to be interviewed; rather, I merely wanted to rest in a hammock at the ranch.
At the end of the trip, hearing Lee's last words:
"I thought I was just getting an all-expense paid trip to a Central American country. I didn't expect to be so moved, so touched, and so inspired. I will be back whether shooting video or as a volunteer."
...reminded me all over again.  This is right.  This is where I was meant to devote my God-given talents and brains.
Let's inspire. Let's move people. Let's empower through music. www.MEproject.org

Lizzy Vincent providing an end of day class recap.
Lizzy Vincent providing an end of day class recap.
David Lopez providing an end of day class recap.
David Lopez providing an end of day class recap.




Thursday, March 13, 2014

Don’t JUST volunteer: A PSA from Peru

"JUST" ISN'T ENOUGH

Lizzy Vincent with children and ducks in Peru

Every service experience differs from the one before.  The state of your heart and mind determines what you pull from the new experience, even if it is the 15th time you have tutored the same frustrated child on the same fraction problems he still doesn't get, the 10th time you have pulled weeds for the aging neighbor who never really uses his garden, or the 4th humanitarian program you have joined and taught the same village about hygiene essentials that they –just– don’t seem to understand or appreciate.

Don’t –just– “volunteer again”.
Don’t –just– “serve again”.
Don’t –just go on “another humanitarian trip”. 
Rather, collectively let’s take our service a step up and allow ourselves to both reach and be reached.  This was a continual thought of mine while on the SHE (Singular Humanitarian Expeditions) tour with ASCEND Alliance in Peru.

¿Allillanchu?  It means “how are you?” in Quechua, the language of the Incans. Learning the basics goes a long way when forming relationships with people who speak other languages.  Similarly, learning a little about a person with who you associate at school or work goes a long way.  Learning about the cultural, extracurricular, and linguistic preferences of another person then showing our interest and willingness to learn about that person’s preferences not only opens lines of communication, it opens hearts.

Solpayki.  It means “thank you”.  It’s one of the phrases I learned early on and used often.   The simple phrase opened dialogue in Spanish and provided opportunities for me to learn more Quechua, like when one of my new local friends taught me the work Koshiani, which means “I’m sick”.  I used that a few times after I pushed myself too hard and spent time vomiting and fighting nausea with coca leaf tea.  Having support from the cooks and the ladies there, though, I felt loved and cared for when I was sick.  For that, it was certainly worth the experience to be sick.

Sallare. It means “stop”.  I had to use that often when the younger kids would get a little too excited about the foreign volunteers and would switch to their inquisitive mode poking, prodding, and pinching.
Munaycha. One of my favorite phrases meaning “how pretty”.  It was helpful when the girls showed off their colorful skirts, ornate bonnets, or fancy braids.

WORKING IN THE SCHOOLS
I loved being with the children of Chauipmayp-Lamay Peru’s school number 501225.  We conversed in Spanish and exchanged teaching each other phrases in Quechua for English. 
Translating in Hilda’s 5th & 6th grade class for US teacher Erin Braithwaite we observed how classes are run in this small village, how the school system runs, and how children perform.  Erin came to Peru to help teachers employ creative and interactive teaching methods to keep their students more engaged.  The teachers in this area have expressed such a need due to the low student engagement levels.

As part of a health education program I was able to teach the importance of oral care including eating habits and proper tooth-brushing technique.  Teaching alongside my best friend and fellow humanitarian Alisa Davis and a new friend Caroline, we explained how diet and nutrition affects one’s teeth and gums and the ladies demonstrated HOW to properly brush one’s teeth (circular motions on the both front and rear faces of the teeth and back and forth ONLY on the tops of the teeth.

For me, the neatest part was sharing the song “No mas vichitos de azucar”, or “No more sugar bugs”.  This is a song my mother and I put together to the tune of “itsy bitsy spider” to reinforce when to brush and the importance of it.  The teachers loved it, wrote down the lyrics, and practiced it with the kids.

PERCEPTION OF EDUCATION
The government covers teaching expenses, selecting instructors from the major cities and sending them out to schools around the country.  As these teachers live 3-6 hours from the village, they stay at the school on weeknights to return home on the weekends.  It is the general consensus that there are not qualified teachers from the area where few have even made it past 6th grade.  It is said that many of the parents don’t understand the need for education.  A voiced opinion came through:
What’s wrong with living life the way we do?  Are we to tell our children they can have a better life when we have never objected to the life we live?  Should our children really be smarter than us? If so, when will they stop listening to us because they think they know everything from the books and the teachers at school?
These questions are made far more difficult when they are posed with a mind filled with preconceived notions of many downfalls of acculturation. 

Going back into Incan history, the Spaniards invaded, forced their religion and societal practices upon the Incans, stole their women, and corrupted the Incan cultural rites and norms. 
In recent history, electricity only arrived to this village 1.5 years ago. Cars, 7 years ago. Secondary school, 4 years ago.

This information is VITAL to know because it provides an insight into WHY many of the villagers feel so hesitant to change.  With change comes uncertaintyUncertainty can be exhilarating, enabling some to embrace change and to venture boldly into the unknown, OR, it can be debilitating others who shrink at the daunting world of the unknown, closing themselves off and distancing themselves from the embracers who were once their homogenous associates.  Most of the leaders embraced the prospect of change as it pertained to education, health, hygiene.  Some feared the change and do not support the teachers or encourage their children to learn or study once at home. 

If a student is to truly learn, he or she must be self-motivated.  She must feel empowered. This is true in ANY culture.  In many third world countries, many parents don’t feel as though they have the TIME to empower their children.  Many feel they don’t have the MEANS to empower their youth. 
         >insert need for people to be a light< 
     >insert need for people to share their skills< 
>insert need for people to show that in every person there is something to believe in<

LANGUAGE UNLOCKS
Those who know me know that my physical strength has waned a bit from my kickboxing days and my greatest contribution in a group that already has 20+ physically ready-to-rip volunteers is my ability to speak Spanish.  

My ability to speak Spanish soothed a brilliant, beautiful four year old girl with rotten teeth while she had Jeff, the volunteer dentist, remove the teeth that were so bad they could lead to disease or death.

Speaking a mix of Quechua and Spanish I helped as an optometrist examined a woman who complained of not having clear vision for nearly 40 years of life and never has had an opportunity to learn to read, hindered by sight.  Now she has glasses and feels like the world has finally opened its doors for her.

This brings me so much joy because it’s as though I’m taking the place of a critical missing link to communication-that-changes-lives.  Yes, it’s possible to communicate non-verbally.  In fact, music and body language speak volumes.  Still, when there is someone available to translate, words speed communication and remedy the “awkwards”.  (You know what I mean.  When you think someone speaks another language do you greet them the same way you greet someone you KNOW speaks your language?  Do you greet them at all with even a smile, or do you avoid making eye contact?)

If you have a chance to learn another language, why don’t you?  If you say you’ll never use it, why won’t you? If you say you’ll never have the time, why don’t you make it?

Language is a key that unlocks conversation.  Conversation can impact lives.  Language is the means to share, to teach, to learn.  Use your language to create words. Use your words to unlock hearts.  Use your words to learn the words and ways of others.

THE HISTORY BEHIND US
If we are taking time to learn how to speak to someone, how to connect with them, how to understand their mindset and mode of living, what more is it to learn their history.  After all, has not our history played a major role in shaping us individually? 

My history includes my mother being born and raised in Chile as a professional singer preparing to become a nun just before the rise of communist regime under Pinochet.  She immigrated to the US and left her family behind.  Her history includes Spaniard and French immigrants arriving in Chile, conquering the indigenous people and spreading Catholicism.  

My history includes my father being raised riding horses and herding in the mountains of Utah for the cattle association, relocating to southern California and experiencing life on the coast with a progressive thinking Mormon family and serving a two-year mission in Bolivia and Peru (in the very same Sacred Valley of Cusco I first visited where he learned Quechua).  His history includes immigrants from England and Denmark who came to the states for religious freedom.
This shaped me: nomadic, loving, trusting, infatuated with music, travel, horses and service.
The history of the Incans shaped their perceptions, their traditions, their beliefs.

What better way to learn their history than to spend time with them individually and to visit their historic sites?

While in Cusco a small group of us took a horse-back site seeing tour to see Saqsaywaman, a former defense fort built in the 1400s to protect from the Spaniards and later as a rock quarry to build the many cathedrals dotting the cityscape of Cusco.  We also visited caves and natural rock formations used as intense battle grounds and visited sites formerly used for sacrificial purposes.


At the culmination of the trip we visited Machu Picchu and the great lesser heard of Huayna Picchu (also written as Wayna Picchu), a lesser spoken of gem BEHIND and ABOVE Machu Picchu’s famous ruins. After ascending the hour and a half or two hour hike referred to as the stairs of death (my body screamed and ached) as the trail was literally all stairs for nearly two hours, we made it to the Temple of the Moon, located on the far side of Huayna Picchu. Here, a ceremonial shrine of sorts has been built into a cave lined with exquisite stonework and niches.  Reaching the top we found the stone at this elevation made everyone’s hair stand on end. It was as though every person had inserted their finger into a light socket.  The atmosphere was naturally electrically charged.  I felt revitalized and ready to conquer the world at 8,924 ft above sea level.  There, on top of the world, I felt deeply connected to the Inca who once inhabited these walls. 
Sitting in the same spot my late sister sat over 20 years ago!

UNTIL NEXT TIME
There are many deep, personal experiences I had in Peru, including painting murals as requested by the teachers and certain bonds with other volunteers and residents, which I will not go into here.  There is too much to share, and I vowed my blog posts would be more concise moving forward.


Peru has a piece of my heart.  Andrew was right.  There is something about Peru that takes you in. 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

A Responsibility to Love: Lesson from Honduras. Application to Everywhere.


A Responsibility to Love: Lesson from Honduras. Application to Everywhere.




Discovering the Opportunity
After returning from a trip to Guatemala taken over the Christmas/New Year’s break, a friend at work, Micki, told me about an annual humanitarian trip to Honduras taken by a group calling themselves “the Wilderness team”.  The team was a group of friends and friends of friends who can all trace their associations back to one man: Bob Hope.

Prior to the Honduran adventure I did not know Bob, nor did I know anyone else who would participate.  I worked with Bob’s daughter, Claire, in AutoTrader Group’s marketing department.  Being a big fan of Claire’s and trusting Micki’s recommendations, I signed on to be part of the 2013 Wilderness group—one of my best choices this year to date.

My interactions with Bob were limited to email exchanges, and while email couldn’t give me a full picture of Bob’s vast personality, I could tell I would like him immediately from his initial emails (including the one where Bob reminded us we were about to embark on a journey to a third world country ranked as the most dangerous based on murders per 100,000 people and simultaneously reminded us to don sunscreen and to remember to bring candy as “one week of sugar won’t rot the kids’ teeth”).  In person my presumptions were confirmed when upon meeting Bob face-to-face in Honduras he exclaimed with a larger than life grin: 
We have successfully coordinated the most un-organized arrival ever! 
Bob reminded me of my dear mentor, Dean of CSU’s School of business, Dr. Michael Deis.  When anything went wrong, Dr. Deis would roll with it equipped with a smile.  I saw that in Bob and felt right at home.  With guards always present wherever our group went, I not only felt at  home, I felt safe.



Making Friends
Adventures of any sort require a certain amount of similarities as it relates to personalities and values.  While the attendee professions included an array of specialties from medical to contracting, IT to real estate, education to news reporting and singing to football coaching, we all had a common thread: love for humanity and a desire to share that love.

One group member in particular named Darryl, a stand-up comedian residing in NYC, made the following statement when asked why he came to serve in Honduras: 
I’m a citizen of Earth and have a responsibility.” 
I feel confident to say that every member in the group felt that way by the end of the trip.

Our group had the pleasure of sharing the facilities at HOI (Honduras Outreach International), the organization which hosts groups from the US in the Agalta Valley, with a team of veterinarians and veterinary students from MO, OH, and TX.  We bonded with the vet team and even shared a talent night on our final evening at the ranch. 

Beyond the US friends, we made many friends in the local Hondurans. Ranch staff members including the cattle gauchos who taught me and Tamara how to milk a cow, Marta who led our group and called everyone her “babies”, the armed guards who made us feel secure (double secure when we were already locked in the schools), the teachers at the elementary and secondary schools, and the cooks who provided us with three meals a day and made the best accommodations for our eating preferences as possible (example Byron one day requested a plate of sliced tomatoes and a bowl of pico de gallo on another day as he “loved” tomatoes).
Semi-amateur-pro cow-milker

Opening My Eyes & Opening Theirs
My mother took great care of me growing up.  She did many things for me that seemed mandatory at the time: cleaned my dirty dishes, laundered and ironed my clothes, cleaned my bathroom, made breakfast for me (including waking up an hour early to make banana crepes when I requested them), stayed up late helping me with school projects I put off until the last week, and completed so many more thankless jobs.  I assumed parents should do those things. When my mom taught me how to clean my own clothes, how to cook my own crepes, the importance of cleanliness and striving to increase my knowledge of the world and to pursue my dreams, I thought she was doing what every mom SHOULD do.

When I started volunteering in soup kitchens and at the homeless shelter when I was 12, my eyes began to be opened to a world where not all moms could give their children the safety and the opportunities mine gave me.  When I first traveled out of country at age 15 I saw mothers who loved their children tremendously yet didn’t encourage them to develop dreams of leaving their small communities.  They didn't have the means to educate them, so why let them dream?

When I studied in Chile while in college, I saw drunken men and women who beat their children for not selling enough tattered paper calendars or old candy to tourists and not brining in enough money to afford more alcohol.  My eyes were then completely opened.  My friends and I cried as we sat in a small bakery in Valparaiso where we shared a piece of cake with a 4 year old girl and her 2 year old brother who we out on the streets selling garbage as their parent’s little slaves.  The boy had cuts on his face and gashes in his mouth from where his father had broken a beer bottle on his face when he came back home without money.  I KNEW we had so many more options in the US than were available elsewhere in the world.  
I KNEW I wanted to make an impact on the lives of people in places where their parents combined were not able to provide even a fraction of what my mother gave to me
Chile in 2005



Honduras, like most of the countries I have visited, suffers from a lack of knowledge and a lack of love. Perhaps it even lacks the knowledge of the responsibility to love.

One of our group members happens to be the Honduran Consul General to the US.  Emelisa is her name, and she is on a mission to incite a movement amongst the Honduran people: a movement to volunteer. 

Emelisa repeatedly referred to North American people as being a “giving people”.  She says it is in our culture and in our blood to volunteer and to care about our poor.  Not only does the US government have a system intended to care for the needy (despite any personal views of the systems efficiency), the US provides tax breaks to non-profit and civic organizations who serve the communities.  Beyond the government, there are millions of people who give of themselves to others outside their familial ties.

In Honduras, there are not the same efforts placed to encourage citizens to share of their efforts or of their time.  In small villages and towns, most have too little resources to share and find that basic tasks such as preparing a meal require more time that cannot be spared to assist another.  In the cities, there are some who feel an heir of entitlement.  They made it into the city life and are privileged.  Why should they give of their time to go into a small village hours from the big city to help the unfortunate? 

Multiple times during the trip I received the question “Why would you volunteer here?”  Villagers are expressively grateful and always seem to be amazed that we would help people who we don’t even know.  Families in the villages are more apt to share the little they have and to care for each other with time that they have. One wealthy family thanked us for our efforts by inviting us into their home and providing us with the best spread of fruits during the trip!
I can't get this picture to rotate!!!

In contrast, I learned of the insensitivity in the cities and the negativity that comes in their homes.  I learned that ‘cutting’ has become a new problem in the area, that in the city in 2012 there were 606 reported cases of women between the ages of 20-24 who were kidnapped and murdered in Tegucigalpa.  Violence in the big cities is ever on the rise.  The presence of the MS 13 (El Salvador’s most violent gang which has spread internationally and is even one of the most violent and deadly gangs in the US) is alarming.  The presence of these gang members and their involvement with drug and firearm trafficking and kidnapping is so widespread that in the cities it is assumed gang members are anywhere you look.  Troubled city kids can join the gangs as young as 10 years of age! 

News: Five murdered in massacre.
On another page: 606 women kidnapped and murdered.

There are more humble in the poor and rural and more proud in the rich and urban.  One Honduran millionaire I met in the city told me that volunteering was “below him”.  He gives his money to elderly facilities in Tegucigalpa and donates money to cancer studies but “[doesn’t] have time to pour concrete for poor people who can’t work for themselves”.  I commended him for his donations to the old and to the ill and encouraged him to try to remember how he came to attain his stature.  I encouraged him to teach others to also be entrepreneurs and to work with troubled kids in the city to guide them away from gang memberships.  He offered to teach and to guide me.  Not quite what I was going for…  

Emelisa is working the Rotary associations in Honduras with the wealthy leaders and business owners in efforts so they might open their eyes to the reality surrounding them.  She is pleading with them to work together to create a safer, more knowledgeable community.  With knowledge comes power.  If the youth can become empowered now, they are far more likely to steer away from lifelong self-sentences such as joining the deadly gangs and cartels.

Have we opened our eyes to see that THEIR drug and gang problems are becoming OUR drug and gang problems?  In the late 1980’s the gang spread so far north it entered the US borders.  Now there are cliques in Washington DC, Oregon, Alaska, Arkansas, Texas, Nevada, Utah, Oklahoma, Illinois, Michigan, New York, Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, and Florida.  DC cops estimate between 5-6,000 members in the DC area alone.  The gang that is run from El Salvador and Honduras is now spreading fast in US soil. 


Home, Home on the Ranch
HOI’s ranch has been around for 20 years now.  It is in Olancho, about 8 hours away from Tegucigalpa.  The area is lovely and has a sweet rural feel to it.  When on the ranch there is no feeling of insecurity; rather, it has a feeling like being at summer camp with your friends.  When not involved with service work or eating, most visiting residents spend their time reading in rocking chairs or taking a siesta in one of the many hammocks hung on the expansive porches.  Cabins provide modest sleeping quarters with 8-10 beds per room each with their own storage shelf.  The bathrooms are everything you could ask for in a campsite: running water, hot water, electrical outlets, mirrors.  The ranch has more amenities than the vast majority of homes in the region.  It has only been a recent development that power came into the area. 

Beyond the volunteer quarters are the on-site medical clinic, the cattle ranching operation, the pig farming, the dairy barn, and the resident quarters for those of the 65 staff members who needed to stay on site.

The clinic served 17 patients the day I visited.  It was a slow day according to the nurses.  I was told that Wednesdays are busier as it is the day the pregnant women can come to the clinic to obtain pre-natal vitamins, receive checkups, and learn about ways to maintain a healthy pregnancy.  Since HOI has been in the valley the mortality rate has decreased tremendously (I didn’t write down the stats, but I recall them being tremendous). 
Clinic Pharmacy

On that day I was able to witness Tony, the surgeon volunteer with the Wilderness Group, as he removed 6 cysts from a man’s arm.  Cindy was the primary translator.  While my level of contribution to the medical process was miniscule, I felt useful speaking to the patient and trying to lighten the mood.  There are no options for surgery to remove tumors, sharp objects, or to remove extra hand digits unless a person is extremely wealthy and can afford going to a big hospital, or if there is a volunteer surgeon in from the States. This patient and the child who had extra thumbs cut off were both extremely fortunate to come to the clinic when Tony volunteered his week at the ranch.
Dr. Tony removing tumors

Ranch workers (including the doctor and the ranch hands) live in cabins onsite.  There are a few ranch dogs that look healthier than any other dogs in the area and seem to enjoy their lives on the ranch.  One of the nurses has a couple month old puppy named “poe-pee”.  I couldn’t help but giggle.
Staff Quarters

Medical, educational, and veterinary supplies are all stored at the ranch.  Everyone brought donations.  I brought two massive suitcases stuffed with donations from several wonderful people at AutoTrader and fabrics galore from my best friend Donna.  Kathy at work donated several no-sew blankets which Clark, Susan and I were able to help make with several of the ladies in the vocational sewing class.  When Susan told the ladies they could keep the blankets they made with the extras going to the clinic, the ladies were extremely moved. 

The amount of medical donations was tremendous. Our group was told that our medical donations stock the clinic for 6 months!  Without donations such as these, Tony would not have been able to provide anything to numb the patient’s pain during the cyst removals or pain medication to keep the post-operative pain at bay.

We were all wow-ed by the amount of useful donations. 


A Job or Two
37 Wilderness team members could take on any of the following jobs:
  •      Paint elementary school inside and out
  •      Art projects at elementary school
  •      Bird feeder fundraiser project at middle school
  •      Latrine digging and concrete mixing and pouring in Las Delicious
  •      Medical work at the clinic
  •      Vocational training assistance
  •      Documentary work (really just the two reporters who came for this purpose)
  •      Join the veterinary team

Some volunteers stuck with the same jobs each day, refusing to give up until their job was complete.  Others, like me, wanted a more complete picture of the operations and jumped around.  The only job where I didn’t assist or experience firsthand the results of the efforts was that of the latrine digging and concrete mixing crew.


One of my favorite days was spend with the veterinary crew where I was able to head out past San Esteban (a quaint little village that doubles as a drop and exchange point for drugs, primarily cocaine) to El Caulote.  The experience was a dream come true as I have truly dreamed about assisting animals in poverty stricken areas that otherwise could not receive such help.  I was granted the opportunity to shadow several amazing veterinarians, vet students, and a phenomenal vet tech during several dog spays and neuters, cattle vaccinations, and a horse castration.  Administering de-worming medicine to tiny puppies made me feel warm and giddy on the inside.

 

Especially neat, I learned about monitoring a dog’s vital signs during a surgery, the steps involved in ensuring each animal patient’s safety during these open air procedures, and the importance of being educated.  In this instance I’m speaking specifically about education on proper animal medical care.  Having some language skills on hand I chatted with several owners about caring for their pets.  I spoke with one group in particular about the diseases and parasites carried by fleas and ticks and the importance of removing these pests from their pets.  Most owners were extremely receptive and asked questions regarding food, cleanliness, and training.  I wish I had training pamphlets and basic care guides in Spanish that I could have provided as a take-home tool. 


Aside from a day with the vets, my mornings were spent at the HOI funded elementary school where I was able to act as a translator and to work with every child grade 1-6 on two art projects.  The first project required students to place a thumb in the paint color of their choice, then to place their thumbprints in the white area of a canvas with pre-painted outlines of fish, butterflies, or other creatures.  The students then placed their thumbprint on a piece of paper next to their name.  Once the project is completed, a photo is taken of the final product and the final name sheet. 


From those photos, greeting cards are made and sold as a fundraiser for the school.  The children were very excited to learn that they were helping the school raise money.  As you the reader may or may not be aware, school is quite expensive in many countries and many children never have the opportunity to attend school due to their finances (or lack thereof).



A group working at the middle school made bird feeders to sell as a fundraiser.  A volunteer working with this group shared one child’s comment: (paraphrasing) “Why would anyone want to buy a bird feeder? Don’t birds always have food?”  This comment comes from a child who at times may go a day or two without food in a poor village.  This particular volunteer decided to change the name of the items to “bird baths”.  After all, the units were bowl shaped and could serve multiple purposes.  When a group of children is poor enough to consider feeding birds an absurd concept, should those of us who consider bird feeders a minor $5 investment not feel compelled to assist? 

Thinking about these children and thinking back to the children in the schools in Guatemala and Zimbabwe, I realized I cannot feasibly bring all, many, or possibly any of these children back to the states to give them and American education; however, the goal is not to make them become like us in our world, rather, it is to help them become more equipped for success in their world.  What I CAN do to help them is to SHOW them what it means to love unconditionally.  I can DEMONSTRATE is what it means to love an unknown neighbor.  How I can LOVE them is to LEARN them and to encourage them to dream. Dreams can become reality even in poverty stricken land. 


Hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart, voice-to-voice our greatest job at the ranch was to lift each other up.  We can work across cultures, professions, and generational gaps to enlighten, uplift, and inspire.  

We will find we do just that when we are fulfill our responsibility to love and do so by filling another’s needs with LOVE, KNOWLEDGE, or MATERIALS.



Love in Action: the Basic Ways to Give
People talk about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.  People also refer to the “three basic needs of life” as: Food, water, shelter.  Within each category one can breakdown options into Good, Better, Best.  Food as a good source of protein and energy.  Food as a Better source of protein, Energy, and Vitamins.  Food as the best source of protein, energy, vitamins, antioxidants…


This same logic can be applied to all three basic needs of survival.  The key word here is SURVIVAL, meaning simply TO REMAIN ALIVE. 


Call me crazy, but I don’t want to simply remain alive.  I want to THRIVE!  I want to take in the greatest amount of life’s teachings and experiences available and to do so with great vigor and appreciation.



A reoccurring thought after visiting many poverty stricken rural areas (Chile, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Guatemala, Honduras, Zimbabwe, Zambia and even parts of the US) is the following:  
We, as human beings, should take upon ourselves the responsibility to empower each other to  not merely live, but rather to THRIVE.

Lizzy's three basic areas of THRIVE:




1. Love
It is of particular interest to me that in Matthew in the Christian bible Jesus answers to the question “which is the greatest commandment…” with the following:
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.
Removing anyone’s individual beliefs regarding a deity or the lack thereof, it is beautiful to read that the basic and greatest commandments as spoken from the mouth of the Christian supreme being center on love.

In a recent reading I came across a line from a man named John A Widtsoe:
Love is not a mere word or sensation within.  To be a worthy love it must be brought into action.
This realization of love must require a sincere sacrifice from oneself.

Feeling loved is equivalent to a flower receiving sunshine.  Just like a flower with sun, we as humans perk up when we feel the light of love in our lives. 

How can we love our neighbors if we do not know them?
  • First step: Introduce yourself.  It’s the hardest and simplest step.
  • What if you have know of a person for 5 years and have never exchanged more than a wave?
  • Recommendation: Find something you can do that might facilitate an introduction.
    •  If the mailman delivers your neighbor’s letter by accident to your address, hand deliver it to your neighbor’s door instead of placing it in the correct mailbox.
    •  Introduce your new pet to the neighbor, “just in case the new pet gets out”
    • Bake extra cookies, rice crispy treats, or create simple rocky road fudge. Take an extra plate to a neighbor.  Really, they would be doing you a “real favor” by taking the extras from your new recipe.
How can we love a stranger like a neighbor?
  • Compliment or encourage a stranger.  

The most memorable loving experience from a stranger was one where a traveler in the airport wrote a simple note and slipped it under my magazine as my head and tears were down on a rough day.  The note did not identify the author, rather simply complimented me as a beautiful woman and encouraged me to keep smiling.
Are any of us ABOVE the act of providing a compliment or a word of encouragement to a stranger? 
      Love with Arts and Crafts

While in Honduras at Rancho Paraiso’s HOI elementary school I worked side-by-side with Cathy and Karia on art projects with many children spanning first through 6th grade. Each child received individual praise for his or her project.  Bueno trabajo. Que lindo. Magnifico. Que bonita.  These phrases expressed love and instilled confidence in so many young minds.  We encouraged them to keep their creativity sharp.


When we reached the 5th grade classroom we decided to take the craft sticks and to write “Te amos mucho” or “We love you a lot”.  We put these sticks up in the classrooms.  Two 5th grade girls in return created sticks for us with the words “We love you too!”

The first grade class gave us homemade bracelets as a gift for our time with them. 
By the time we worked on projects with the 6th graders I began to write sweet notes on the back of the projects already completed by the sole table of boys.  “I love your eyes”.  “Your smile warms my heart”.  “Never stop smiling.”  This spread.  Soon all of the girls wanted notes on the back of their projects from me, Karia, Cathy, and the wonderful Kathy who had been arduously painting the school outside.


I translated the English phrases into Spanish for the girls who blushed, giggled.  The boys punched each other in the arm if their notes made them blush.

Just before I left, the boys grabbed my attention to show me the edits to their work.  Each of wrote expressions of their love for me on their frames.  I kissed them all on the cheeks as they pretended to argue about which would be my boyfriend one day.

When you show love, you will receive love.


Leaving the school I knew I had given much love and, once again, received 10 fold the love I had shared.


2. Knowledge
In my mind, knowledge is the second greatest gift we can give.
Mankind has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge of all things.  Should any person be left in a metaphorical drought when so many developing nations are flooded with knowledge?

With knowledge comes power: 
      Power to change.
           Power to progress.
                Power to CHOOSE.
A person may spend several years in a medical school to become a doctor empowered to save lives.  He may choose then to work in the capacity of a nurse or even a medical assistant.  A medical assistant, however, without the training and knowledge could not take the role of the doctor.

Knowledge of the health benefits and drawbacks to certain foods or preservatives can greatly change a person's method of life.  At the least, it empowers the person to make an educated decision about what food to consume.  While the choices may be limited, especially in a place of poverty, the person can at least choose between the orange and the corn or the processed cheesy puffs. 

HOI's computation classes provide empowering knowledge to the students to be able to pursue more elevated career options such as secretarial work in the larger villages or cities. 

The sewing classes teach artisan skills that would empower the students to become entrepreneurs opening their own shops or working in a textile production facility in a larger city.  

The veterinary group empowered pet owners to be better companions for their animals.

We have all garnered great knowledge we can share with others.  Imagine what you could learn in the process of sharing your skills with others!



3. Material Things
The final way to give to help a person thrive: Material things.  I'm not referring to the basics of food and water, but rather the non-frivolous things that enhance life.  Medical items such as headache medicines, antifungal cremes, pre-natal vitamins, ankle and knee braces; expressive art items such as crayons, markers, glitter, stickers; musical instruments such as guitars, drums, and violins; building items such as wheel barrows, hammers, wood screws, wood sealant. Of course, giving of any excess funds to causes and organizations that directly impact and enhance individuals' lives fits in this category.

There are simple material items that can go a very long way to enhance a person's vivacity in life.  

Thank you to all of the individuals who gave of their time, knowledge and their material wealth for this trip.  An extra special thank you to the Olivers who greatly lightened my financial burden making it possible to take this trip.



In closing...
Once again I have been humbled to serve in Honduras and am so grateful for every tiny thing that happened from feeling sick and being cared for by the ladies in the group to pulling ticks off animals and ourselves to spending my final day with Emelisa learning about the Valley of the Angels artisan town, a town that shows Honduras' potential to be safe, knowledgeable, entrepreneurial, and fun.

I will continue to look for opportunities present in my life to serve.  Will you look for opportunities to serve in YOUR life?



Some extra pictures: