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McKayla day 4

Before I dive head first my amateur blogging, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! You are the wind beneath my wings, real talk.  You have given me the opportunity of my lifetime; you have helped me create my dreams into a tangible reality. And for that I am eternally grateful.  I love you.

Right now I sit cross-legged in the IU house cafeteria, typing feverishly amongst the chatter of several medical students. They sternly discuss the options of how to change Kenya, from creating sustainable job opportunities for those infected with HIV to treating people with 5th line drugs.  I first want to start out by saying that the people I am currently surrounded by are absolutely awe-inspiring in every way. The group of 11 other students and 4 adults are all amazingly incredible humans, and I am so grateful that I am graced to be in their presence in this beautiful country.  Whoever is  reading this right now, may you be proud relative or an involved supporter, these people have some big hearts.  Take a moment to appreciate any person you know on this trip, and fully appreciate everything they are. I would like to personally thank you for supporting them, and the entire group as well.  

We started the day with a trip to a nearby hospital, and I am not the best person to report about subject manner because I missed a portion of the tour.  In the span of moments I felt my good health fade, and I began to (excuse my colorful vocabulary) freak out. I felt like I had no outlet, like nothing could help me. The feeling of not having adequate medical treatment suddenly became more real to me.  It was frightening to even think about how many Kenyans do not have medical help.  I realized that if you don't have your health, you have nothing. (I'm healthy now mom, no worries)

This afternoon my group of 6 lovely students and 2 awesome adults had the pleasure of going to Naeema House. This is a home and school for Kenyan children with no parents, and the few hours I spent there were among the happiest moments in my 16 years.  We were with about 40 kids from ages 7 months to 14 years, and there was never a silent moment.  We all waltzed to the area where kids frolicked, and immediately began to play with them.  Soon the kids were crawling all over us, and the air was filled with laughter.  The kids were entranced by my simple wristwatch, played with my hair, and tried their best to pronounce my name.  Every person took their role: whether it was teaching the kids, comforting the kids, or romping with the kids. There was no judgment towards anyone; it was love in raw form. We did not know their story and likewise they did not know our story, but it did not matter. We were all one, and I felt the heart of the human race pulse through me stronger than ever before. 

It was pure.
It was raw.
It was harmonious. 
It was happiness. 
It was love.

Today I have felt a strong aura of love emanating from every person I encounter, but I believe it is not that love has spontaneously arisen in the heart of the people but rather that I have become more aware of it's omniscient power. 

McKK Bull

Posted by badams 22:42

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