Saturday, August 18, 2012

Dreams and Green Beans - Days 13, 14, and 15


August 12-14
I went into the city on Saturday.  Forgot to include that.  My camera charger has stopped working so I couldn’t take pictures, sorry.  That’s why there haven’t been pictures.  Trust me, I am sad about it too.  We bought a charger that day, but it isn’t working.  Anyway, it was neat to see the place.  It was suuuper crowded and dirty and everything else, but I loved being there.  Bought some good souvenirs, ate some good food, saw some funny Indian people.  Good day is you ask me.
Sundays are so pleasant.  Today I just went to the different girls’ dorms and I handed out nail polish and they painted each others’ nails and put make-up on me and sat in my lap, you know the works.  I was tired in one room, and laid down on Suganti’s (15?) lap.  She is so kind to everyone all the time.  She is a little more quiet at first, but then really opens up when you are laying (lying? I am so bad at remembering which to use) on her lap.  She told me about her dream to become a nurse because she wants to help people.  She would be such a good nurse.  She is so genuinely loving and so patient with all the little ones who don’t stop tugging on you.  Quiet, humble server.  There are so many of those here.
 Saravanan (17) is just starting his 12th grade year.  He rides his bike, like Mani, to and from school and stays at Pathway because he doesn’t have somewhere else to go.  He has a story that is totally straight out of a movie.  But he kind of seems straight out of a movie too because he is so awesome.  He is a little on the quiet side, and took me a little longer to get to know.  But he is SUCH a gem.  I gave a talk in church on Sunday (as well as the lesson in Young Women’s) about how to fight evil and I used the example of Moroni fighting Amalickiah – the best of the best vs. the worst of the worst.  He sat in the front row and listened so intently.  You know when you are giving a talk, and you feel like not many people are listening, so you find one person who looks like they are listening to look at so you don’t feel like an idiot?  I picked Saravena.  He is so eager to hear the Gospel and learn more.  He asks me questions and will magically find me whenever I am teaching someone out of the scriptures and he will just sit and listen in.  On Sunday, I got to talk to him more.  He was sitting playing with all these little girls who were all hanging on him.  With a surprising amount of patience, he tenderly spun the girls around and twirled them (all girls love to be twirled – that is a universal truth) and picked them up.  He was so quiet and gentle about it, not a bit loud or obtrusive (a couple weaknesses of mine).  It was so evident that he was not doing anything to be seen, but simply to love and give attention to these little girls who so clearly adored him.  It’s the kind of service that is genuine and just seems like the most natural thing for that person to be doing.  I was so impressed by that.  It just goes to show how truly good he is.  I want to serve more like he does.  I am excited to see what else I will learn from him.  He wants to come to BYU, but he has many things standing in the way for him.  I am going to make him a deal that pretty much says, you do everything you possibly can, and I will do everything I possibly can, and we will see where we get.  More than going to BYU, he wants to serve a mission.  He doesn’t have a way to pay for that either.  His desires are so real, but he just doesn’t see a way to fulfill them.  I promised him that there would be a way.  There always is if there are genuine righteous desires, right? 
Mary’s dream is to build her own play school.  While we were in the streets of Chennai, for any child who came up to us begging (I was a serious target) she would ask them if they wanted to go to school.  They all said no, that they just wanted money.  Then she would send them away.  She has picked kids off the street like this before – given them a place to stay and food and an opportunity for a better life.  I think it’s incredible that these kids who would have been begging on the streets for the rest of their lives are now dreaming about going to BYU (a lot of the kids here) or starting a catering company (Saran) or becoming a scuba diving instructor (Viki) or becoming a singer (Vidhea) or becoming a heart surgeon (Mani) or becoming an artist (Radu).  I mean, granted, it will be very difficult for them to get there, but they can.  And more importantly, they are dreaming of getting there and working toward it.  All these people have dreams.  I want so badly to help them achieve those dreams.  I think that will be something I will ache to do even more badly when I get home. 
At the moment, I have exactly 32 mosquito bites below my knees.  Those mosquitos went nuts on my shins, ankles, and toes a couple nights ago.  I am red, puffy, and itchy.  And I forgot a razor, so you can add hairy to the list.  And sweaty.  Always sweaty.
Today in dance while I was teaching while I had eighth standard (they call grades standards here) I had such a cool experience.  I kicked the boys out and talked to the girls about why I love dance.  I talked about how freeing it is, about how it allows you to feel like and be who you want.  It gets emotion out without affecting others and it makes you at least a little more grateful for the body you have.  So I wanted them to know that you can dance without a teacher, that the whole idea behind me teaching them is so they can do it on their own and enjoy dancing for themselves.  To teach this concept, I wanted to do an experiment.  Since it seems that you have to get over the insecurity that comes with showing yourself to others before you truly can, I wanted them to dance without the worry of anyone seeing.  I taught them a small dance to JB’s “Somebody to Love,” but it only is for the chorus.  The rest of the song I told them to close their eyes and just dance.  I said, I will have my eyes open, but only to make sure the rest of everyone has their eyes closed.  Then on the chorus I will tell everyone to open their eyes and we will dance together.  At first, they seemed a little nervous and weren’t really dancing and kept opening their eyes to look around at each other.  I told each open eye to close, and soon enough, they were just dancing the way dancing is supposed to happen.  They were grinning and being silly and whipping out moves that were totally crazy, even on my standards.  I couldn’t have been more proud.  Sumi was getting pretty thug (never saw it coming), and Gori was pointing and posing like she was a celebrity, and Dani was doing a twist that would have made anyone’s grandmother proud.  I was saying things like “Get it girl!”  And “That’s what I’m talking about!” which of course made sense to none of them.  The boys had just as great of a time.  I really have grown to love teaching, and for many different subjects.  But I hereby swear never to teach grades 6 or 7.  I haven’t grown to love teaching THAT much.
I am helping some of the boys with their duty to God.  Praveen and Saran (both 16ish) are so adorably anxious to get going on this.  They want to use their limited free time to do it, and are willing to meet with me every day whenever I can.  There is no one to impress by getting this done, and no one to be disappointed if they don’t.  It is clear that they want to do this because they are anxious to learn and grow in the gospel.  Tomorrow is Independence Day which means all kinds of celebrating and no classes, so I assumed they would want to take the day off.  They basically begged me to still meet, saying it was even better because there was more free time than usual.  How darling is that?  A lot of the kids who come to seminary asked we were still doing seminary on the holiday too.  I said probably not, but they all wanted to.  Viki (16?) said, “The day is so much happier if seminary is in it.”  He is such a treasure, always having fun and allowing others to with him.  It is so neat to see so much understanding of gospel principles presenting themselves in such simple ways - Like the understanding that the gospel makes you happy.  Praveen found me last night while I was going around kissing the boys foreheads to ask me a question about something he had read.  Just the humility to learn and the desire to understand show so much understanding. 
I was finally allowed to help chop vegetables.  I try almost every day.  The night before Independence Day, they needed some help.  I got to chop green beans and carrots.  I sat on the ground while the children who weren’t practicing for the program handed me things to cut.  Things were getting a little heated with the pressure of the next day, so most people were quiet, listening to the few people who were talking, because they were talking loudly.  And angrily.  Language really is a barrier here, but it doesn’t bother me very often.  It only does when it stops me from being someone’s friend, or when I am the only one who has no idea why people are yelling at each other. 
Take home:  I will remember why I love dancing so much and try to pass that on to others.  I will appreciate and love my parents more and be so much more grateful for my family.  I will remember to listen to peoples’ stories because that is what makes them human and therefore lovable.  I will remember that I would rather spend my money of people as opposed to things.  I will remember that serving quietly is the best and most angel-like way to serve.  

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