Alle posts voor January 2010
A somewhat belated Christmas gift….
26 January 2010, by Bas under News
This week we have received an, admittedly somewhat late, Christmas gift from State of Art Corporate Fashion from Duiven, Netherlands. Last Christmas, instead of giving fancy bottles of wine or other delicacies to their relations, StateofArt CorporateFashion instead sent them a Christmas card saying that their budget for delicacies would this time be donated to Homeless Child. Many thanks !
17 and pregnant
3 January 2010, by Laura under Volunteers in action(Written by Laura Long, US volunteer)
I sat down in the living room/kitchen of their small dirt floor home. In front of me were seated a young girl and her mother. I had known them from years before, but only now had run into them again.
Maria didn’t seem to make eye contact with me as she sat there fidgeting next to her mother. One hand rested on her massive pregnant belly as she stared at the floor. Every few moments her eyes would start to water. We talked and caught up. I congratulated her and said how wonderful it was, however I could hear the uneasiness in my own voice. This poor girl, recently married to a much older man, encountered problems in the home and was now separated from him, living with her mother again.
Her mother kept talking and talking, about how wonderful it would be for her to have a baby girl. In her voice you could hear her own uncertainty and it was clear she was simply trying to make Maria feel better about a bad situation. She failed though as she began talking about her own experience and how she now found herself alone and “had always been alone”. Every few minutes I could see the tears welling up in the young girls eyes. I could not comprehend her despair, as she sat there seeing her own future falling along a parallel line with her mother.
I kept making desperate attempts to brighten the situation, but the mother kept going back to how hard it is to be alone. Again the tears as Marias eyes stay glued to the floor. And all I can think about, is how long this cycle will continue and where that baby girl will be in 17 years.
I sat down in the living room/kitchen of their small dirt floor home. In front of me were seated a young girl and her mother. I had known them from years before, but only now had run into them again.
Maria didn’t seem to make eye contact with me as she sat there fidgeting next to her mother. One hand rested on her massive pregnant belly as she stared at the floor. Every few moments her eyes would start to water. We talked and caught up. I congratulated her and said how wonderful it was, however I could hear the uneasiness in my own voice. This poor girl, recently married to a much older man, encountered problems in the home and was now separated from him, living with her mother again.
Her mother kept talking and talking, about how wonderful it would be for her to have a baby girl. In her voice you could hear her own uncertainty and it was clear she was simply trying to make Maria feel better about a bad situation. She failed though as she began talking about her own experience and how she now found herself alone and “had always been alone”. Every few minutes I could see the tears welling up in the young girls eyes. I could not comprehend her despair, as she sat there seeing her own future falling along a parallel line with her mother.
I kept making desperate attempts to brighten the situation, but the mother kept going back to how hard it is to be alone. Again the tears as Marias eyes stay glued to the floor. And all I can think about, is how long this cycle will continue and where that baby girl will be in 17 years.
