Last Saturday afternoon, about 6 students from the program went to volunteer at Fundacion Causana, where I'm interning. At first, I wasn't sure how all the students would react when they met the patients because on my first day, I was scared. The volunteer coordinator spoke a little about Fundacion Causana, and then we took at tour of the house. 
After the tour, it was time to take the kids from the dining room to the little park outside. Andres, one of the more handicapped patients, was making really loud noises. I heard someone say, "That's kind of scary." He's the only patient I am still a little scared to approach. (Actually, now I'm scared of another boy at the home. He doesn't sit still. One day, I was sitting close to him, and he pulled my hair and grabbed my arm really hard. The thing is, he didn't realize what he was doing, which made me feel really sad...)
I could tell that some of the students were a little uncomfortable at first. I could see the same nervous smiles that I had on my first day at Fundacion Causana. When I took the hand of one of the girls, she had a broad smile on her face, which made my day. This is the same girl that I was scared to take to wash her hands because she kept staring at me without uttering a word.
All the students were GREAT with the kids. We played with the kids, talked to them (they couldn't say anything back, but you could tell that they cared), danced with them, sang... My heart melted when I saw Mark tickling one of the boys. I've never seen the little boy laugh like that! I remember Kelvin playing games with a boy. Sometimes it's really hard to know if you're making a difference to the kids. My eyes were fixated on one boy, Jose Louis. (I later found out that he has the same birthday as me!) He was just so precious. I started singing to him and holding his hand. I didn't know if he was listening or could feel my hand. He sat limply, his eyes staring into space and his head bent to the side. After about 5 minutes, I got up to go to another kids, but then I felt a hand grab my finger. I was moved. We were making a difference in their lives. We were showing them love.
After the tour, it was time to take the kids from the dining room to the little park outside. Andres, one of the more handicapped patients, was making really loud noises. I heard someone say, "That's kind of scary." He's the only patient I am still a little scared to approach. (Actually, now I'm scared of another boy at the home. He doesn't sit still. One day, I was sitting close to him, and he pulled my hair and grabbed my arm really hard. The thing is, he didn't realize what he was doing, which made me feel really sad...)
I could tell that some of the students were a little uncomfortable at first. I could see the same nervous smiles that I had on my first day at Fundacion Causana. When I took the hand of one of the girls, she had a broad smile on her face, which made my day. This is the same girl that I was scared to take to wash her hands because she kept staring at me without uttering a word.
All the students were GREAT with the kids. We played with the kids, talked to them (they couldn't say anything back, but you could tell that they cared), danced with them, sang... My heart melted when I saw Mark tickling one of the boys. I've never seen the little boy laugh like that! I remember Kelvin playing games with a boy. Sometimes it's really hard to know if you're making a difference to the kids. My eyes were fixated on one boy, Jose Louis. (I later found out that he has the same birthday as me!) He was just so precious. I started singing to him and holding his hand. I didn't know if he was listening or could feel my hand. He sat limply, his eyes staring into space and his head bent to the side. After about 5 minutes, I got up to go to another kids, but then I felt a hand grab my finger. I was moved. We were making a difference in their lives. We were showing them love.
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