Day 3 – Arrival At St. Monica’s

October 2, 2007

Today was the most amazing day. I met my girls today.

We left our very nice volunteer house and drove approximately 30 minutes to get to St. Monica’s. It is amazing how the city changed as we got closer to our destination.

There was more traffic on the sidewalks. Rows of small tin stores lined the streets. I remember seeing birds scavenging off piles of trash on the side of the road, and as we drove closer, it just got dirtier. And soon enough, we arrived.

I was so nervous as we pulled into the driveway.

The girls were staring at us through the glass. I wonder what they were thinking as Juli and I drove up. They all said a polite, “how are you,” and shook our hands. They welcomed us with a beautiful song. One of the house mothers, Asenta, showed us around the house. Slowly the girls started to follow behind us.

It only took minutes before I pulled out a piece of chalk and they were teaching me a Kenyan version of hopscotch. Before I knew it, they were holding my hands and braiding Juli’s hair. It was magical.

More games were played. Songs were sung, while dancing in a circle. And so many laughs were heard. I had a wonderful time.

Click To ListenOnly an hour passed and from that point forward, I was never left alone. There were always three girls around me, grabbing my arms to put around their shoulders, or grabbing my hands to hold them. It was as if I had known them their whole life. The sparkle in their eyes is so bright, and each one is special in their own way.

I will write about each of them later. Pictures will be taken and you will see what I am talking about.

While they were saying their evening prayer, reality hit me and I became emotionally overwhelmed. They have no parents. They are all orphans – true orphans by definition. And I started to cry.

They are all so beautiful an they have big dreams for themselves. One wants to be a heart doctor, one a pilot, and another a lawyer. Big dreams for such tiny little girls. I hope I can see them reach those goals. It won’t take much.

I hope you will help me.

[transcribed from a voice mail message. This was hard for her to deliver. To get the full emotion, click the listen here icon or click here]

12 Responses to “Day 3 – Arrival At St. Monica’s”

  1. Shorefreak (Cathy) said

    Tissues! I need tissues! LOL! A co-worker just came to my desk to check on me because my sniffling was so loud. This in wonderful Jeff, thank you for sharing with us.

  2. Julie said

    Thanks for making me cry! I can only imagine the range of emotions Rocky is going to go through in the next 3 weeks.

    If anyone can help see them to their dreams, I know it will be her.

    I wish I was there with her. I know it will be one day very soon.

  3. Cathy… I teared up again this morning listening to it as well.

    Julie… one day soon it WILL be you!

  4. Myla said

    That was such a powerful message, I am crying into my morning tea. Rocky will have my support as she works on helping these girls reach their dreams in any way she needs me to. Any way. This journey of hers has made me start to dream of joining her one day. I am so proud of her for realizing her dream of going to Africa. It is truly an accomplishment that will reward her for the rest of her life.

  5. Desiree said

    Well I am trilled to hear you living a dream… a dream that some of us share… and you are making a difference. Not only with those girls.. but with all of us who are following your journey.

    Rocky you are a wonderful stong woman and those girls need such a role model. I am so glad you could share all of this with us.

    Please hug all the girls for all of us wishing we could be there!!!

  6. Myla… i changed the clock on this blog so, the comments are out of real order until the clock catches up. Thank you stopping by. I’m going to read these comments to Rocky if she gets time to call today.

    Desiree… thank you for stopping by!

  7. tracy5 said

    Rocky.. thank you for also making me cry. I wish that I only can experience what you are..you have allowed me that by your wonderful posts. I can’t wait until the day that I am able to make it there myself. I can’t wait until we can help them all. What a journey .. it has only begun.

  8. Rocky … I wanted to tell you to bring me a girl back, and I’ll take care of her. How could we not help??

  9. Rochell said

    I was glad to be with Juli the day before she left for this journey with Rocky. We had a good time shopping for things for her to take for the girls, but the things were not typical of what little girls in America normally shop for. We got many practical things, but also made sure there were some fun and sweet things for them to enjoy! I want to go next time. I will go next time. I HAVE to go.

  10. Lola Audu said

    Rocky, when you started the post with the comment about meeting “my girls,” I didn’t quite comprehend. As, I read further, I understood. One of the greatest gifts of Africa’s people is the open hearted acceptance of “the stranger.” It’s also stands in stark contrast to the many ways in which corruption, greed & real cruelty ravage the continent.

    This is one reason why Oprah continues to return to South Africa. Once you’ve experienced a place which takes you so deep into the warmth of it’s heart, it does become yours…”my people are your people.” (a quote from the story of Ruth)

  11. […] keep reflecting on my time here at St. Monica’s, the children I have met and the friends that I have made. I am already mourning my departure. […]

  12. […] arriving at St. Monica’s, I have not bathed before bed… not once. I could if I wanted to, it would be freezing shower […]

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