When I look back on my time in Jamaica, I can summarize the whole experience thus far with
just one word, community. I knew it would encompass a large part of this experience since it is
one of the main pillars of PVI, but I never realized, until recently, just how crucial it is to me as
well as every other Jamaican I have met. Every facet of my life here has some form of
community, whether it be the other PVIs, my mission communities, my support staff, or the
random Jamaicans I come across when I need a helping hand.
“This same hospitality, generosity and loving nature has given me the passion
to go out of my way to do the same for someone else.”
Coming from an individualistic society, it was surprising to see just how selfless and welcoming
Jamaicans were. I felt extremely welcomed and loved in each of my mission sites. No one
hesitated inviting me over to their yard, cooking food for me, or giving me very wise advice
about life, faith, and relationships. Jamaicans have a special way of making you feel like you
belong to a larger family. They are always willing to welcome someone new or extend a helping
hand if necessary. A lady from one of my mission sites opened her home to an 8-year- old boy
because he had no parents to look after him even though she had no connections to the child
whatsoever. Jamaicans are always ready and willing to help those in need in any way they can
without any hesitations. Even when I am backing out of a spot in a crowded parking lot, I know
there will be at least three people trying to help me out. It warms my heart knowing that a
complete stranger will go out of their way to ask me if I am alright or if I am lost and know
where I am going. This same hospitality, generosity and loving nature has given me the passion
to go out of my way to do the same for someone else.
“…they have loved me unconditionally despite all of my flaws.”
Since coming here, I have made a more conscious effort to see other peoples’ needs before my own. I have made a strong effort to complete little acts of kindness and extend the same warm Jamaican spirit to everyone I meet.
Community has definitely been the most crucial part of this entire year. Each community I am a
part of has shaped me in some way, but none more than my fellow Passionist Volunteers. These
incredible individuals have looked out for me, put up with my shenanigans, challenged me to be
the best version of myself, and most importantly, they have loved me unconditionally despite all
of my flaws. It is hard to sum up just how important and impactful my Jamaican community is to
me; all I can say is that it is truly something special.
“You never know when the teaching’s gonna come” he said with a warm smile.
When I committed to PVI, I knew accompaniment was a foundation of the program, but I couldn’t understand how meaningful it would become to my everyday life.
About 2,000 miles away from home and living in a foreign country with three strangers. This unfamiliar situation probably sounds scary and I’ll admit it was a little at first for me. For 23 years, I have lived a sheltered life in Minnesota surrounded by loving family and friends. After finally graduating from college I decided to take a huge step outside of my comfort zone by volunteering in Jamaica for a year with a program called Passionist Volunteers International (PVI).
After thorough research and weighing the pros and cons of several different volunteer programs, I decided that PVI was the perfect fit for me. Out of the programs that I considered, PVI was the only one that I believed would allow me to use my passion for helping others in a developing country while simultaneously allowing me to grow in my faith with God by living in a community with other volunteers who are also attempting to grow in their faith. Thus, began my year long experience with PVI.
The first couple months of my life in Jamaica were really all about introductions. They involved familiarizing myself with this new country and getting to know my co-volunteers and the people at my mission sites.
Adapting to a whole new country is an experience that is difficult to understand unless you’ve been through the experience yourself.
The first three months were an adjusting period for me, but once the fourth month in Jamaica came around, I could finally call this place home and mean it. I think I got to the point of truly feeling at home when the other volunteers I lived with started feeling like my family. Coming home every day and sharing my day with three other people who are genuinely interested is the best feeling. Whether I have an exciting story to tell or need someone to vent to, there is always somebody there to listen, which makes me feel cared about. Whether we are eating community dinner together and recapping our day or playing a card game or watching a movie, we always make time for each other which is what family is all about.
I’ve found that it is hard to feel lonely when I am never alone.
I live with three other volunteers who love and care about me and that has been one of the biggest blessings I have received since joining PVI.
Although my co-volunteers are a big reason as to why I’ve come to feel at home here in Jamaica, the people at my missions are also a big factor. At the infirmary and nursing home I volunteer at, I have found so much love with the people I accompany. There is always a story to hear, a day to be asked about, and a hand to hold. Between the nursing home and infirmary that I volunteer at, I visit about 100 patients each week, and each place two days out of the week. My relationship with each patient is special in its own way. Some patients ask me about my day and how my family back at home is doing, others love it when I play board games with them, and even a couple reprimand me for not washing my backpack since I last saw them. Each individual relationship is special and unique and has brought so much joy into my life.
The past 5 months as a PVI has been rewarding, challenging, and full of lessons. This year is a growing experience and so far, I have already learned so much about myself that I did not know before coming here. But most of all, being a PVI has been a great blessing. Discovering my home away from home here in Jamaica has been an amazing journey for me.
I have found home in the laugher I share with my co-volunteers. I have found home in the patients’ hands that I hold at the infirmary and nursing home I volunteer at. I have found home in the loving eyes of the children at the basic school who never fail to make me smile. So far, my experience has been that of love, laughter, accompaniment and so much more. There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be at this moment than as a PVI here in the beautiful land of Jamaica.
I always thought I was a fairly flexible and go with the flow person so to speak, well until arriving to Jamaica that is.
In these past few months, I have been learning how to truly accept the fact that most things are inevitably out of my control.
I have realized that plans will change in a moment’s notice and instead of getting frustrated on what I cannot change, I’ve been focusing on bringing a positive and open mindset to anything I enter. My goal these past few months has been trying to be open to anything or anyone at any time.
I have realized that being flexible goes hand in hand with accompaniment.
Service is never set in stone and it is not extremely structured either for a reason. It is because the needs of the people are constantly changing. The needs of you and I are never the same day in and day out. You need to adapt and be present with people in order to see what they are struggling with. Ever since coming to Jamaica, no two of my days have been the same. I go to the same service sites every week, but every day brings something different. I feel myself constantly faced with new challenges, meeting new friends, discovering a new perspective, and always each and every day finding a new way I can better serve my community.
Being flexible is what service is about. Going out of your way to make sure a need is met, even knowing that it might not be beneficial in the long run. It is all about trial and error, but most importantly it is about being present with the people and building relationships with everyone you serve so you can to share in their joys and sorrows of life.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being in Jamaica thus far, it’s that nobody goes out when it rains. Rain is to blame for most all sicknesses here. You have a cold? You must have gotten yourself wet outside…
Despite the warnings, I find something sacred about Jamaican rain.
It comes on most afternoons in the heat of the day, and when it comes, it comes down hard. White clouds roll in and suddenly darken to bold shades of gray. Then the air cools and the sky opens up. People pause under doorways and in taxis. Children run home early from school in colored uniforms. Market vendors shelter under big blue tarps.
As quickly as the storm comes, it stops again. The world calms.
People return to streets and go about their business and plants radiate a green energy, nourished when the Earth needs it most. Sunshine, storm, calm. This cycle never ceases to amaze me.
The same way rain feeds the Earth, people nourish people. I experience it in small ways every day. I experience it in my morning commute, those who greet one another in jam-packed taxis. I see it at my mission sites, in children who walk younger siblings to classrooms, in teachers who lead morning prayers, in nurses who sing to patients.
Oftentimes I feel powerless to help residents of Mustard Seed, a home for disabled children and adults I serve. I can’t heal a beautiful six year old named Joy, bound to a wheelchair by cerebral palsy. But I can care for her, braid her hair, hold her hand, sing to her. Joy heals me in a similar way with her infectious smile, her easygoing and undeniably sweet nature.
It’s the little things that bring meaning and hope to people’s lives. Joy and I don’t have to speak. All of my insecurities, worries and concerns wash away when I am present with her, the other Mustard Seed residents and staff. Even on the hottest days I’m learning to have faith that rain will come and restore us again. As I move forward into this year I hope to resonate more with the rain, recognizing all the ways I can nourish and be nourished by those around me.