Showing Love to People Who Need It

Places I Visited in The Dominican Republic

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Showing Love to People Who Need It

A boy and I at Casa de Luz

A boy and I at Casa de Luz

A boy and I at Casa de Luz

A boy and I at Casa de Luz

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If you read my previous article, you know that I traveled to the Dominican Republic recently. I go to the Dominican with an organization called Score International. Every day the men go to different cities and do a baseball clinic for the Dominican kids, and then they share the gospel with them. The women go to places all over the community such as orphanages, homes, schools, and villages. We spend time with the people there and show them the love of Jesus Christ. Visiting and helping all of the people in these places is exhausting, but it is such a rewarding, amazing experience. 

The first day we were there we traveled to a school called The Emanuel House. This school was started by a woman who has a love for Jesus Christ and the kids in the Dominican. She started this school for children who do not have enough money for regular school. This school is completely free to all of the children who attend. At this school, kids are fed, educated, and taught about Jesus. 

In the evening, we went to a grocery store to purchase food for a nearby village. We purchased 20 bags consisting of noodles, sauce, tuna, chicken seasoning, beans, rice, flour, and cornmeal. This would feed one family for about five days. This is a substantially smaller amount of food than what would feed an American family for five days. When we arrived at the village, we handed the bags of food to each family personally. We prayed over them and showed them that we were with them because of Jesus Christ. They were extremely thankful for the small amount of food we gave which spoke volumes to me. They were so grateful for something we hardly even think twice about.

The following morning we went to a place called The Lily House. In the Dominican, almost everyone has a goal to get off the island. The boys have baseball as their way to get out of the Dominican Republic. Women do not have baseball as an option, so some of them have to be prostitutes to provide for their families. This lifestyle, however, is extremely dangerous, especially if they have children. The Lily House provides a safe home and a place to work for these women. Shops in the home are open to the public where these women work and make money to provide for their children. We visited this home and spent some one-on-one time with the ladies there. One of the women looked as though she was my age, and she already had two kids. It opened my eyes to how different our cultures are and the lengths these women went to just to provide for their families. 

Later on, we went to Casa de Luz. This translates to “House of Light.” In the Dominican, children who are born with special needs are looked at as cursed, so their parents may no longer take care of them. Casa de Luz is a home for these children and teens. Some of the people in this home were found on the streets, in dumpsters, or alone in their homes. Spending time with these kids is my absolute favorite because they are so much fun. They are so carefree and cheerful. Making them smile and laugh makes the whole trip worth it. It is so humbling for me to see children in this situation laughing and smiling while I am complaining about being tired or having too much homework that day. Whenever I catch myself complaining, I will always remember those children. 

The following day we went to a baseball clinic. As I stated previously, the men put on a clinic in a new city each day. Moriah Husted, my cousin, Jessica Husted, my aunt, Kyah Preston, my friend, and I all wanted to go with the boys and see a clinic. After an unplanned two-hour bus ride, we arrived at the clinic. Eighty boys were there who were ready to play baseball. As I was walking by observing, I noticed a boy who did not have a glove. When the boy in front of him fielded the ball, he turned around and handed his glove to the boy who did not have one. The boys there were so generous and fun, and they shared instead of competing with each other. 

The last place we went to was Pasitos de Jesus. This translates to “Small steps of Jesus.” Pasitos is an orphanage for girls of all ages. We played with them, colored, and danced. Loving on these girls who did not have a real home nor real parents was so fun and rewarding. They were so sweet and fun to be around. 

When arriving home, I realized how different our attitudes and culture is from theirs. I try to be more like them every day by being a light to my peers and the people around me. The people in the Dominican are some of the sweetest, most genuine people I have ever met. I will take the experiences I had at these locations with me forever, and I cannot wait to revisit them next year. 

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