The Beginnings of Carson Graham in the Dominican Republic

First Work Day – Summary by student participant Ella: This morning we went back to La Union for a sports camp. It was fantastic, we brought lots of toys with us such as soccer balls, tennis balls and skipping ropes. It touched my heart to see how much all the kids appreciated these little toys. When we arrived we ventured down the hill to the field and all the kids came out of nowhere and claimed their “gringo” for the day.  It made me feel so special how much they loved us all.  Our time there was incredibly eye opening. It is amazing to see how happy these kids are when they hardly have anything and they constantly face tragedy in their lives. This really made my problems seem microscopic. We played all morning and when it was time to leave, all the kids were given some small gifts, pencils, candy and tennis balls. Then we said our goodbyes. Which was very hard….After lunch we went to Chichigua to start our work project – building a shower and washroom facility for the community. I have to say it was back breaking work! We shoveled dirt away from the hole that had been dug to house the refuse. I thought about how people have to do this for 10 hours a day. For $7-10 per day…one hour was more than enough for me. After our work, we rotated and were able to sit with the kids and color in the books we brought or play ball. It was really nice. I have started to see things through a new lens. I am really looking forward to discovering more new things about the culture here and gain a better understanding of the struggles the local people face. Plus to see how much this Hero Holiday is going to change me! At the end of the day we all were very tired. So much to think about so far…Additional Comments submitted by student participant Lucas:I just got back from the village where we are building the washroom units. It was a tedious task to shovel a pile of rocks and dirt away from around the foundation of the building. We had to use shovels and picks to move large and small rocks.In the morning, we went to the very first village that we went to yesterday and played numerous different sports. There was a boy that loved me and I got lots of pictures of him and I. We played soccer, basketball, frisbee, and I let him use my camera. I have about 25 pics taken by him.The morning was amazing because I was surprised of how high the kids spirits are despite living in pretty much a dump. The houses are made of metal sheets that rust and disintegrate, leaving holes in roofs and wall panels. Half the houses have no bathroom and some rarely have a kitchen. Sleeping on the floor isn’t uncommon and a lot of the time people suffer from malnutrition. All of that is 15-30 minutes away from our all inclusive resort…it is a shocking difference.I have really enjoyed trying to communicate with the kids, adults, and the jefe (head) of the villages. My petite French skills are coming in handy at times and I feel like I’m learning tons of Spanish and Creole.Today was really tough because I wasn’t feeling well at all. My stomach wasn’t where it should have been and I had an upset you know what. Linda, the nurse, gave me Imodium or something along those terms. Feeling better now but still not great. Apparently it’s from the heat and lack of sleep. I had a tough sleep because Vancouver is 4 hours behind and it is hard to fall asleep at 8:00pm Vancouver time.Last night was karaoke night…it was…interesting. I was able to get my teachers to sing Stop by the Spice Girls. That was hilarious. I sung Imagine by John Lennon with all the other guys. I thought the song suited why we are here. It is 5:10pm ish here and it is still a very nice temperature. I have been getting some color but mainly on my burnt neck.Loving all aspects of my trip so far! Hugs!

Carson Graham’s First Day in the DR

March 12, 2011Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see today. The entire day was a constant wave of emotions sweeping me of to new adventures. The first place the trucks took us to was a poor community that was bursting with friendliness, and surprisingly high spirits. Who would have ever guessed that people could be so happy with so little?As we stepped off the truck, we were greeted by an array of shining faces that belonged to children. The children were thrilled to hold our hands and join us “gringos” on a tour of their village.  A little boy who held my hand for some of the walk was quite a camera star. He was totally over joyed to pose for pictures, and gave a BIG grin when I showed him the picture I had taken of him. I also found it hilarious when he laughed menacingly and pointed at a boy on our teams braces. I don’t think I will ever forget the girl who came and gave me a hug before it was time for our team to leave.Back tracking a little, this is village is home to most of the people we will be working with in the garbage dump. The community is quite a site, definitely opposite of what you would find in a Canadian town. The houses are tiny, spacing is uneven, clothe lines hang from most homes (which by the way are extremely bare looking inside). You will also see pigs, dogs, chickens, and other animals roaming freely in the lane ways. The people who lived there have cut wire from the main power line and connected it to their home. It is an easy way to get free power but very dangerous. In fact, we were told that electrocution is often the 2nd leading cause of accidental death in the Dominican Republic.We hopped back on the trucks again waving randomly at citizens as we drove across the scenic landscape. Then it occurred to me how strange it was that nearly everyone we waved to waved back or smiled. If we were to wave like that through a community in Canada people would be all weirded out and just stare. We pulled to a halt at our next stop around 11am. It was a community centre, school, and church in one building that other Hero Holidayers have helped build on past trips like ours. Behind this facility there was a small basketball court were some teen-aged guys were playing basketball. Our group challenged them to a game after taking a peek at the school. It was fun! Also, when playing a sport, you don’t need language to communicate. Lucky for me, since I do not speak any Spanish. Later when I sat down next to a new little friend I attempted to ask what her name was in Spanish, “Como se Llama?”. Or at least that’s what I thought I said but my pronunciation must have been disastrous since she stared back clueless. After that it was time to return back to the resort for lunch. I dragged my feet to the bus because I really did not want to leave my new friends just yet.After a buffet lunch, we drove off to our final stop of the Awareness Tour. We stopped at a tiny community of primarily Haitians that have are extremely poor and many without work since the sugar cane industry took a bad hit. The house were in rough shape with patch work tin roofs that apparently leak during rain falls. We meet the “heffa (boss in Spanish), a kind hearted man who never goes anywhere without his horse. We also got to meet his daughter, a pretty young girl with mental and physical disabilities that have put her in a wheel chair. Her smile and joy could light up a room! She enjoyed our company and watched us from her wheel chair as we played a game of soccer with a group of teen-aged boys. We got to see our building project for our trip. We will be constructing a bathroom and shower facility for the community since at this time they do not have any in the entire village. Up until we complete this project they have been using the field behind the community.We drove back to our hotel after that. Our minds lost in thought. I finally feel like I am beginning to see through my heart, not just my eyes.~ Cholena

Final Thought From the University of Aberta Group In Mexico – ‘Unforgetable’

Hey Everyone!What an adventure this week has been. It has been filled with so many moving, inspiring, and fun times. I feel so privileged to have this opportunity to bless the lives of a very special family. Yesterday was our last day with Amelia and her kids. What an amazing day! We arrived at the build site at the same time as always and spent the morning setting up the inside of the house and putting some finishing touches on everything. Once was complete and in order, we gathered together with the family outside the house. Each one of us took a moment to say a few words of appreciation and thanks to the family for welcoming us into their lives and to share with them how wonderful our experience has been with them. Being able to express all of our love and care for the family was one of the highlights of the day. There were many tears and words of gratitude expressed from our group as well as the family. I felt very proud when Margarito showed himself as the man of the house. He expressed himself with great maturity and humility. After each person had an opportunity to speak Brianna (one of our student leaders) had the privilege of presenting Amelia with the keys to her new home. It was such an exciting moment. We all eagerly waited outside as Amelia and her children entered their new and completed home for the first time. The family took a few minutes to enjoy the experience. The joy and relief that filled their faces confirmed to me that all of the hard work we put in throughout the week was worth it. I will never forget those few moments when they first entered the home. Once the family was able to spend some time in their new home Amelia asked if someone would say a blessing. After cramming everyone into the house I was allowed the honor of saying this blessing. It was, and will remain, one of the most memorable moments of the entire week for me. I feel so privileged to be given the opportunity to ask for peace and protection for this family. To share in their desires and hope for the future. I will never forget the strength and faith that Amelia demonstrates each and every day. It is both inspiring and challenging to my life, and I am sure the lives of many others as well.At the beginning of the week Amelia explained to us that her son, Jose, had passed away at the age of two years old. Earlier in the week our group decided that we wanted to spend some time with Amelia and her family at his grave. After dedicating the home we all piled into vehicles with the family and headed to the grave site. Alexandria was able to say a prayer of comfort for the family. Each of us were able to place some flowers on the grave and spend a few moments honoring Amelia and her son. Amelia made herself so vulnerable to us by giving us the opportunity to share in grief. This seemed to connect us with the family in an unforgettable way. In a way, Amelia made us a part of her family. Once we had finished our time at the grave site we headed back to the house to have lunch with the family. This was such a fun experience. It was so much fun to be able to share a meal with this family that has now come to mean so much to us. We spent our last moments with the family just enjoying each other’s company and making some wonderful memories that will last forever. Finally it was time to say goodbye for the last time. It was a very surreal moment when I realized that this was last time I would see this beautiful family. It was a bittersweet moment. Seeing the joy and gratitude that they expressed was incredibly rewarding. Knowing that we were leaving was heartbreaking. Before leaving we presented Amelia with a collage of photos from the week. She hung it on the wall in her bedroom. It is very humbling to know that my photo is hanging on the wall in the home a beautiful family who have now been given the chance to have a better life. This family has come to mean a great deal to each member of our team and will remain in our hearts always. It is wonderful to know that we will always remain in their thoughts and hearts as well.My hope and prayer is that Amelia, Margarito, Paulyna, Maria, Jose and Irma will continue to find love, joy and peace in their new home. They have been such a blessing and inspiration to our lives. As we make our way home I am filled a sense of loss as the distance between us and this wonderful family grows. However, no matter how far apart we are, I know that each one of us will remember this experience for the rest of our lives. We will never forget the effect that this family has had on our lives. I trust that the same can be said for them. No matter how far apart we are, or how much time goes by, we are forever connected to this family in a way that is life changing for us and for them. Thank you to Amelia and her family for giving us the privilege of being a part of their lives. We love you all!- University of Alberta Group Participant, Feb 2011

The Shack – Day Seven – ‘RAIN’

The alarm first went off at 5:44am, but I didn’t actually make it out of my sleeping bag until about 6:10am. Deryn and I tried to stay wrapped in our sleeping bags for as long as possible. I didn’t sleep so well. It was a cold night – slept with my toque, scarf, mitts and an extra sweater. Waking up was not so lovely, it was still cold outside.Last day of work in the shack today! Rock picking. Today we’re getting paid for what we pick so our goal is to reach at least 300 pesos; more if possible but we also want to finish asap so we get the rest of the day off. Once we got to the beach we all went to town on picking out black rocks. We had to move fast to reach our goal. Sadly it was overcast so no sunshine. Figures, the one day I remember to bring sunscreen. At first we had a slow but steady pace. As it got closer to lunch time it also began to get windier and therefore colder. It even began to rain a bit. So we worked even faster. By noon we had made 305 pesos – awesome! We all packed up and headed back to drop off the rocks. After we dumped the rocks we put them at the front door of the bunkhouse to make a patio type area with all the rocks that we had collected on our two days at the beach. At this point it was raining, windy and cold. Once we finished spreading out the rocks we all ran to our shack to fix any leaks. Our shack had one main leak on the girls side and apparently multiple places on the boys’ side. We spent the afternoon huddled in the shack trying to stay warm and dry. A break in rain near dinner allowed us to make a fire and boil some water for our soup. Let’s hope we make it through our last night as dry as possible. We are looking forward to moving back into the big house across the street tomorrow morning and are aware that sadly this is a luxury that others in our neighborhood do not have to look forward to. Makes us even more grateful for a water-proof house, hot showers, a dresser full of clean, dry clothes and a pantry full of food.
Written by Emily MacIntyre, School of Leadership student

Shack Day Six – Why Do Such A Thing?

It was back to early mornings today – another day working in the field. The students slept through their alarm and ended up running down the street in the first light of the day to catch their ride at 5:45am. We went back to the same tomato field as earlier in the week but by this time the regular crew had almost finished taking the trellis’ apart in the whole the field. We continued to roll the plastic tubing into football shaped bundles like we did last time. It was nice to arrive and know how to do the job – it didn’t feel nearly as awkward as it had our first morning in the field. It was even better to hear the field boss say he was impressed by how quickly we had caught on to the job and how well we were doing. Once we were finished that last section, the field boss sent us over to a different section to clear away the dead tomato plants that had been pulled out and left drying in the middle of the rows. Half of us used sticks to roll the plants into large piles. The other half of us used a giant sling made of burlap bags to carry these piles down to the end of the row and throw it onto a giant pile to be burned. By the end of the work day the pile of dead tomato plants that stretched along the section was taller than us and it felt like we had walked a hundred miles up and down those rows. There are still many sections left that need to be cleared before the field will be ready for the next crop of tomatoes to be planted.I marvel at the amount of work that goes into the produce that I pick through at the grocery store to make sure they are not bruised and then complain if the prices are too high. I also marvel at how hard the people I have met work to take care of their families and how generous they are with what they do have. I have been proud of the students for everything they have tried this week in an effort to get a better understanding of a life very different than what we are used to in Canada. Many Mexicans that we have met this week ask Santiago, our translator, why we would want to do such a thing? Why would Canadians live in a house made of cardboard, cook over a fire, give up their hot shower and work in the fields or go clamming? They do not understand why people would voluntarily do this and after some explanation they are appreciative of our efforts to understand where they are coming from. But they still leave shaking their heads. Little do they realize there is so much that we can and are learning from them.Written by Rose Friesen, School of Leadership Mexico Facilitator

University of Alberta Students in Mexico – ‘From House to Home’

Hi Folks,A few days have passed since our last blog, and what a whirlwind it’s been.  The house we started on Monday is now complete, and we did it all ourselves!  It’s been a fast week of windy sunny days, and we watched our efforts slowly but surely raise walls, put on a roof, throw in some windows, finish the trim, and paint everything.  After some final touches to the shower, outhouse, and interior walls, our set of small and seemingly simple tasks had created a house for a family we’ve come to love over the course of the week.  With four rooms, solid walls, a roof that won’t leak, high ceilings, and a solid concrete pad, this new house couldn’t be more different than the one they’ve been living in until now- one small room, one bed, dirt floors, and a roof and walls that do little to stop the wind and rain.One of the most rewarding parts of this trip so far came yesterday: after building the house, we took the time to make it a home.  We headed out shopping at local second-hand furniture store, a “Mexican Walmart”, and couple of other places to furnish the house, buy food for the family, and provide them with the type of necessities that we often take for granted- shoes for school, pencils, notebooks, etc.  In the afternoon we put the things in the house and set most of it up: blankets on the beds, food on shelves, and a new stove on the counter.Tomorrow we’re headed out to the house where we need to do a couple of small touches before handing over the keys.  We’re all really looking forward to the house dedication, the moment when all of our fundraising efforts over the last six months, the things we’ve learned, reflections we’ve had, hard work with newly acquired skills, connections with the family, and fun we’ve had will translate into the most real and tangible  difference in the lives of others that we can make.  Of course, this anticipation comes as a bittersweet reminder that while our task may be nearly complete, so too is our amazing time in this fascinating and powerful place.  A small area where we’ve witnessed the most severe effects of abject poverty, a seeming lack of opportunity for the future that is tough to comprehend, and the daily struggle for food.  And yet, in the very same place, we’ve seen the beautiful smiles on the faces of carefree children, heard laughter and giggling that breaks our hearts, and felt the love of a community that is more powerful than we had imagined.  This truly is a place of contrast- and while our contribution to it takes on the form of four walls, a roof, and some furnishings, its contribution to us will take form through the thoughts, actions, and choices we make after we leave- ones that will never be the same.

Some Final Highlights from St. Louis Travel Club

Some Highlights from our experiences with Hero Holiday.

-Everything we’ve done here in the Dominican that we would of never done at home.

-working at the garbage dump and watching my partner Carlos find a bottle of water and using it to wash his hands and feet.

-The movie night was a real highlight for most of us too, the way the screaming kids swarmed the bus as we arrived, cuddling with the kids while watching the movie and some fell asleep on us, and how safe the kids felt with us. Its amazing how something so simple as sitting and watching a movie with them could make them so happy and feel so close to you.

-being swarmed by kids at Auga Negra on the play morning who all wanted to try our cameras and see themselves in the pictures. They would get a big smile on their face. They enjoyed all the time we spent with them.

-The special feeling we felt when cuddling the little kids. Some wouldn’t let us go.

-The people were so happy and great, always smiling. They made the best out of life, better than we do back at home. They were always so willing to help.

-The whole attitude of the people, how they have so little and yet so proud. And they should be! They are the most unselfish people we have ever met. We just want to make a difference, I know we just made our first step….. WE ARE ALL HERO’S!

-we also loved working along side of all the locals, they were so fun, even though we had a language barrier. We always seemed to let each other know what we wanted, with the help of our interpreters FRANTZO and JESSICA. Lots of laughs lots of tears.

-The mother of one of the houses we built. Her name is Lucia. She was a wonderful person. We could have many conversations with her, sometimes with the interpreter and sometimes not, both ways was wonderful. Lucia always had a huge smile and a hug for you when she would see you, especially in the morning when we would arrive at the work site. Lucia, Marko (husband), and one of their sons (Raphael) worked with us everyday. She will always be remembered!

-stopping and washing clothes on the porch with a lady from Auga Negra. Neither of us knew what the other was saying, but we were able to connect doing a simple task.

During this experience, I have to say that seeing all the kids of St. Louis working & playing along side all the kids of the Dominican. THAT WAS SO AWESOME TO SEE! Too see the change within our kids & the growing they have done as individuals. I look forward to seeing what they decide to do with this experience when we get home.

Ms. Piercey

THANK YOU HERO HOLIDAY TEAM! You’ve given us something we will never forget.

Day 8

OUR LAST CONNECTION with the people of Auga Negra……DEDICATION DAY.

We had to make a quick stop on our way to Auga Negra at La Sirena(kind of like Superstore). A few of us went and helped purchase some groceries and household items for the 2 families. That was very exciting to be able to do that. We were able to purchase both families a double bed and a propane stove. It was a very rewarding moment when we dedicated all of this to them. We shared a lot of the same emotions, hugs & smiles. It felt like we were now united as one big family. WOW! IT WAS AN AMAZING FEELING ONE WILL TREASURE FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES…

TILL WE MEET AGAIN.

St. Louis Travel Club

Day Four In The Shack – The Cold Ocean

Dear world, Today our job was clamming. We had to be up and ready to go in time for low tide which is prime clammin’ time. So we awoke at 2am, which is when I often go to bed at home in Canada. It was fairly cold – so cold in fact that three of the clammers we were to work with got scared off and didn’t show up. So we ended up waiting for an hour and a half for the rest of the clamming crew to show up. I wasn’t complaining because it meant more sleep in the van. We finally got down to the beach around 5am with the boss man and his two remaining workers. We were told to get out into the cold and trade our pants and sweaters for shorts, shirts and barefeet. Once we were suited up with our clamming gear, which consisted of a clam net tied around the waist and a trident (pitch fork), we went out into the freezing cold ocean water to search for some clams. After about half an hour you lose all feeling in your legs and the cold doesn’t bother you as much.Clammers are paid 35 pesos for every dozen clams they bring in so we figured that between the six of us, each pair would need to collect 40 clams to reach our goal of 300 pesos for the day. Emily and I had no problem reaching that goal and we all went in to call it a day as the tide was coming in and the increasingly growing waves were making it difficult to continue. However when we showed our bounty to the boss we were shocked to discover that over half of everyones’ clams were not large enough to keep and had to be thrown back into the ocean. We did not come close to our goal in the end and didn’t have enough money to survive the rest of the day. So later in the afternoon we did some extra house and yard work to make up for the rest instead of going back out with the clamming crew for the afternoon low tide.I personally really enjoyed our clamming experience, though most of my other counterparts do not share my joy due to the cold. If I were a Mexican in need of a job I could see myself doing this for a source of income. Though us rookies didn’t bring in a sizeable haul, the two full-time clammers we worked with each brought in about five dozen clams in the three hours we were there and I am told that on a good day clammers can make between 500-800 pesos a day. And that sure beats working in the fields.Written by Josh McClelland, School of Leadership student

Day Two For The University of Ablerta in Mexico

Hola Bloggers: Day 2 on the grand adventure was busy! Arrived yesterday to two walls already put together and two more well on their way. Heather, Megan, Noushin, Kelly and Brianna put together the to angled walls and then Megan and Alexandria did some mad skil saw cutting to trim off the top, a task which I failed miserably at on Monday;)  Andrew bought some doughnuts from a local baker (4 dozen!!!) and we managed to choke down a few of those. Soon after we began construction on the inside walls which was surprisingly difficult… definitely have a lot more respect for the guys who put together the other walls:) it involved more swearing and cursing than was probably necessary, as well as some awkward bending… Finally, with Brock’s awesome expertise, Alexandria, Roz and I got hem together. Alexandria hammered her 1st ever nail and did a fantabulous job!Finally we raised the house:-) It involved lots of team work and some thinking on the spot but we got it up and Brianna had the pleasure of using the hilti-gun to attach the house to the cement pad. After lunch we put in the two inner walls and attached them together. Today we will put on the roof and who knows what else…:)Last night we had our 1st-ever movie night at the community school watching Madagascar. There were about 75 people who showed up to watch and after we handed out popcorn to as many kids as we could. A super-successful night!:)It was a pretty relaxed evening after that as we all crawled into bed to be ready for the next day. We’ve just finished breakfast and can’t wait to get going!!!- Group Participant

Day Three – Refried Beans

We got to sleep in today! Work only started at 7am so we had lots of time to get up and attempt to make refried beans. They turned out a little dry but hey, I was hungry enough at lunch to eat them anyways. We went to a beach in the view of a bunch of expensive houses where wealthy retirees stay. We began our job for the day: rock picking. We had to sort through rocks on the beach and pick out small smooth dark stones for landscaping purposes. A sack of these rocks would go for 10 pesos and at the end of of our mind-numbing, monotonous day we had about 125 pesos worth of rocks gathered. Only 125 pesos between 6 people for a whole day; so we aren’t very good at it. We were told that those that do this for a living can collect 10-20 bags of rocks per day. This does not mean that they would be paid for these everyday. For example right now there is no market for the rocks so no one if buying the bags of rocks they collect. They can work all day and get paid LiveDifferent (formerly Absolute)ly nothing. We were told that rock-picking is considered by some locals to be a good job because it is not so hard on the body and you work for yourself. But I’m glad I don’t have to do that all day for the rest of my life.At the end of our day spent collecting and throwing rocks we gathered a bunch of drift wood along the beach to burn and went home to make supper. We enjoyed the generosity of neighbors who brought us a bag of donuts. We used our leftover beans to make a soup and even had crackers with it.  In the end we had too much soup to eat so we shared it with other neighbors – that’s what you do here, share with one another what you have to offer. After a short visit with a few of the Hero Holiday participants that dropped by we went to bed with the sun.Written by Colin McWhae, a School of Leadership student, and Rose Friesen, School of Leadership Mexico Facilitator