Jesse
Letter to the Organization,
I remember when Zoe, my friend whom I met at York University in
International Development Studies first invited me on this trip. It was
somewhat spontaneous; she was already going anyway and figured she would
probably have to drag one of her less enthusiastic girlfriends with her.
I was already looking to volunteer overseas for the summer, maybe in
Latin America or Africa. So, I took the invitation and even though few
people believed I was going to go through with it I did and I am 100%
glad I did.
Now, I did have some reservations about it. About a year and a half
before I did Katimavik, a Canadian government funded volunteer program
where the participants live in a house with about ten other Canadian
youths for nine months, visiting three different communities.
Unfortunately I never completed the program and only did a four month
venture out in British Columbia. It was just so hard at the time. This
experience, though a nightmare at times, though did grow me in ways I
never anticipated. So, in India, I knew I faced quite possibly another
nightmare, but I knew it would grow me no matter what and that is the
greatest goal in life for me. So, I just took and deep breathe and took
a leap.
The trip, though hard at times, was definitely a growing experience. It
was all worth it, the good times and the bad. Zoe and I were in
Trivandrum, the capital of Kerala the province located on the
southernmost tip of India. It was an enormous culture shock; people
living in tiny shacks at times, people greeting strangers on the street,
cows wandering the streets, etc. etc.
We stayed with a family who in turn treated us like members of their
own. At times the whole neighbourhood was fighting to host us, something
I was so unused to. People were friendly for the most part and there was
a deep sense of community like nothing I’ve ever felt back home, even in
small towns. Zoe and I had to tell some of the people we were married as
it was more culturally acceptable that way…we fought like a married
couple at times, but overall we got along well and I think we will
always be good friends because we shared this experience together.
The school we taught in was small and the dire poverty was apparent. We
donated a large amount of money and had the school painted before we
left. Progress was definitely being made and I plan to donate my money
to the school in the future. It is nice to know where one’s donations
are going directly and seeing the improvements for one self. The kids
were so polite, so well-behaved compared to most Western kids. I brought
a whole bunch of little Canadian flags to give them; they loved it and
were always happy to see me. I miss all of them now that I am back at
home, especially the two orphan girls who stayed at the school we taught
in.
Let’s see, the bad? I’ll never complain about the buses back in Toronto
ever again having ridden a cramped, sweaty bus in India. I saw some
heartbreaking things, the poverty was depressing. The situation with the
orphans who stayed at the school was sad, too. The heat just killed some
days. I had prepared myself for all the discomforts in advance though
and know it will grow my character in the long run.
I did some amazing things I never thought I’d do, like teach kids and be
respected in such a manner, see such beautiful countryside and
experience times with such wonderful people and ride an elephant (!)…ah,
yes, the best part. That’s something I will never forget.
The West may be rich in wealth and material, but India is rich in its
people, its spirit and its culture. That is one thing I didn’t intend…I
never thought I’d come back to the developed world envious of a
developing country. I truly am envious in some ways. Here in the West we
have lost sight of the importance of community and family, I feel. We
lock ourselves in our homes and fear our neighbours. This is truly
regrettable. India will always have a place in my heart.
This experience grew me in so many ways and I recommend this program to
anyone who wishes to grow themselves and learn to look at the world in a
full way.
Thanks for reading.
Jesse's photos
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