Irie Mon

Well I am back in my home country, which well doesn't feel much like home. Ha. Maybe that is because I didn't get to actually go home, but Jamaica just feels so much like home--well to a certain point. I love it down there so much. And when people hear that I went to Jamaica for my whole Christmas break, it isn't what they think. I didn't stay in a restort--ha or a hotel for that matter, I didn't have a TV, no phone, no white people(ha-their aren't any when you leave the resorts)....and well what I'm trying to say is that when I go to Jamaica, I go to JAMAICA. Anyways I loved being back....It has been a while since I have been 'home.'

So much happened while I was there that I know it's impossible to cover here. You just had to be there. I got to be with people that I love so much that I haven't seen in so long. And I met some new people while being down there that I absolutely fell in love with.

Meet Omar-He's 6, and become well I guess you could call him my little brother. We hung out everyday. He taught me alot about life, and what it means to have absolutely nothing. Where we live down in Jamaica it's a community called Cataboo. The people that live there are pretty poor. Living there is very different then being here in America. These people wake up every morning and the first thing they think about is how are they going to eat that day. And everyday they wake up and live to eat. Whether that is selling things to be able to buy food, or if it is going out on the river everyday catching fish to eat, or growing food in their own yards. This time people being poor and trying to eat everyday really hit me hard; spending everyday with a 6 year old who is not eating because he has no money to eat. His family barely eats. I fell in love with this kid. Trying to feed him everday day-and trying to give him healthy food. On Monday we found out that Omar was really sick..and on a normal basis he doesn't like solid foods-he likes them softened up whether he does that with water of just takes in liquids. ANyways he got really sick and Ms.Pat (my mom) took care of him, helping him break his fever and such things. She noticed his glands were really swollen, and that his tonsils do not look good. So his tonsils cause him to not like eating alot of food that is good for him. We came to a conclusion that his sickness-which happens often is from malnutrition and well just the basic problem of having the lack of food. Omar is really starving. This breaks my heart to even think about. He's the greatest kid I have met, and right now not being there with him worry's me really bad, and I don't really worry about things. Anyways the first day we were there I was on the dock throwing line into the river to catch fish, and this kid going 90 miles an hour runs over from across the river and takes my line saying "Me want catch fish." So there I stood behind the skinniest kid I have ever seen, and i didn't even know his name watching him catch fish. He leaves. Next morning my mom wakes up at 5:30am, and well Omar comes running over as soon as she wakes up to eat Breakfast with her. I wake up at 8am which is early lol, well for me. I walk out and this bossy kid comes out looks at me and says "ya sleep too long, come lets play." So waking up to this kid in the front room with my mom everymorning is something that I am going to miss. Everyday with Omar consisted of things that I will never forget and that will remain in my heart forever. He would lay in the hammock with me and have me read him stories from the Bible, and then when I would read the Jesus Creed he made me read it to him outloud. Then we would take a short nap. I got to teach him what Love was, something that he doesn't know. I hugged him one day, and then after that he would ask for a hug everday. Seeing this kid grow for the month that I was there was amazing. I taught him to pray and give thanks for food and such things so when we would eat he would pray and give thanks for the food that was provided for him and it was so awesome to here. I pray that God continues to provide him food everyday to live on.

One night my dad and I were talking to Omar's father, Ranklin. He was telling us how much Omar loves us and how the day we took him to the beach was the best day he ever had, and he hasn't stopped talking about it since then. He also informed us that Omar loves to fish, which he know, but what we didn't know is that the fish that Omar catches-he provides food for his family with that. Whether it's selling it for a little money or just eating it themselves. I know I'm just rambling but this is where my heart is right now, and well I already miss him a ton.

Well that is enough for this post--That was just about Omar. ha. But I will talk about other things later...prolly later tonight.

A little more from now. anyways Irie= (alright, everythings cool, Have a great night...it mean's everything good. ha)