Author: Adventures

A few weeks ago I wrote about my friend Phileseway. How her lungs were deteriorating as a result of her having TB. How she was supposed to be able go home in November but now the doctors didn’t have a set date for her to. She has been at the hope house for over a year, separated from her children for over a year. How she couldn’t even remember the last time she saw them because she can’t afford the bus fair for them to come visit her. How she felt like such a burden and a failure as a mother. How her children were upset with her because they didn’t...

   SOO. My Life skills class with the 7th grade boys is now officially awesome. I have gotten to know all of the guys and we talk about everything. Sometimes the teacher gets carried away with conversations about the world cup or Arsenal, but for the most part we stay on track.    This is what Friday mornings look like for me.   One of my Friday morning Talks, with Bheki translating/making me sound better.        Proudly showing off my stolen water bottle.     I have so little time left here. I’m trying to make the very...

Some of you may remember from my previous “Truth’s of the Jumbo” blog the meaning of a Jumbo Run. For those of you who forgot, a Jumbo Run is the term used for the rushed transportation to the Jumbo in order to prevent premature arrival. Yesterday, I witnessed this race. As I was standing in the girls hut, along with numerous other females, Ryan Bodine ran past our window in the general direction of the Jumbo. His intentions could have been misinterpreted if it were not for the phrase that he yelled as he ran by, “IT’S COMING!” I’m not sure weather...

I almost feel like a broken record saying that we have got to love, but we’ve got to. That’s what we’ve got to be about. We have got to love God above anyone else and then we must love others. Good, bad, ugly, pretty, old, middle aged (that’s for you Dad), young (and you Mom) brown, black, white, yellow we have got to love!!! Let me tell you a story… We’ve been here in Swaziland for almost 2 months now. If I couldn’t peel dirt off me like you do with a bad sun burn I wouldn’t believe that we’ve been here that long but I can…...

Winnie is a little 2 year old girl at the Hope house. She has been staying there for about a month with her mom, Cynthia, who is sick and dying of AIDS and TB. She takes care of herself at only 2 years old. Her older sister is the caretaker but she has her own baby and is so overwhelmed with all the tasks that she has. When we come to visit usually the house smells so badly because no one has cleaned the house or bathed Winnie. Just this week we came with the intentions to clean the house and bathe Winnie. I stepped into the bathroom and there was a pile of dirty/ soiled clothes....

is believing in something you can not see. About two and a half weeks ago I went to the hospital like normal except I took a few extra minutes to go inside. I waited a couple of minutes so that I could walk in with Zama (a little boy who spent about a week in the hospital). Before I went inside I had an overwhelming feeling that Eli wasn’t going to be there. I almost needed someone to go inside to make sure he was there and come back out to tell me. I couldn’t bare the thought of him not being there. So many other children and adults who my teammates...