I am not one to complain about adverse weather conditions. I
mean, the boisterousness of my beard alone thwarts the efforts of most
inclement storms and blizzards, but sometimes excitement can turn to
trepidation with little more than a change in the weather. A few weekends ago I
was wrestling with feelings of agitation, and despite my selfish tendencies I
experienced one of the most amazing days in China. Our destination was an
orphanage that was located on the outskirts of Beijing. It housed kids that
were neglected and/or abandoned by their parents.
The night before our trip, I had more-than-willingly stayed
up late to talk on Skype. It doesn't matter who it was, but suffice it to say
that I love her and it wasn't my mother. When I woke up the rain started
falling. I was thinking about my perfect rain jacket that was uselessly
decorating a coat rack back at my apartment. Classic fail. My next string of
thoughts was obsessed with the consequences of my negligence. I would quite
possibly be miserable for the rest of the day. Thankfully, only parts of me
would become absolutely soaked. I was trying to look at the bright side of
things despite the lack of sunshine.
To get to our destination we had to utilize the following
modes of transportation (listed in order of experience): taxi, walk, subway, train, walk, (get lost),
back on train, walk, bus, and walk. Walking was done in the rain, so was waiting
for the taxi and bus. Here’s the thing though, I am not necessarily complaining
about the rain in general because normally I love it. In fact, I have A LOT of
fond memories in the rain. However on this particular day at that particular
temperature, it was highly undesirable.
Halfway through our three-hour excursion out of the city I
started laughing. The scene was ridiculous. I was a part of a 14 person group
that was traveling with bags of clothes, bins of desserts, and bunches of candy
(alliteration is sometimes more important to me than making complete sense). I
figured in that situation the only helpful response was to laugh. Therefore, I
discussed my mini-epiphany with a few of my peers and we totally lost it.
At that moment, after standing in the pouring rain for half
an hour wearing nothing more than a soaked hoodie, holey shoes, and my favorite
worn out corduroys, and while carrying a 40lb bag of clothes, my body felt
miserable but my spirits felt amazing. In that moment, I was making a choice. To
be joyful or sorrowful. Little did I
know that this string of unfortunate instances would make my time at the
orphanage so much sweeter. I find stark contrasts of life fascinating because
they reveal a lot about the human experience. For instance, it takes a very
broken person to admit that they need to be fixed, even though they were in
desperate need all along.
When our drenched group of teachers finally arrived, we were
immediately greeted with 10 children with beaming faces. After our presence was
made known to the entire orphanage, the group of 10 became to 60+. Their faces
betrayed their overwhelming excitement, but most of them were acting very coy.
They lived with a few Americans so they were not amazed by our skin color, but
our group's size may have been a little bit much at first. Once they
realized why we were there, they all started going crazy. Some of the kid’s
crazy came out in conversation, while others ran around like wild childs.
For a few hours we played games with them and shared some
delicious snacks. With each fleeting minute, the children became more and more
fond of our group. It was quickly becoming evident that there wasn’t a single
person under that rough that wanted us to leave. It was raining harder outside,
the roads were even more flooded, and the children were amazing. Every single one
of our teachers lost their hearts to one of the kids there. I cannot think of
many other times where my company felt so desired.
They just wanted to be held, talked to, smiled at, and
loved. What a privilege to give them those things. A single one of those
moments made the round-trip more than just bearable. It was desirable. It was in
those moments that my heart confessed that ANY difficulty would have been
justified by the chance to love just one of these kids. We became their
heroes, and quickly we realized that we
did not deserve such adoration from those precious children. Not even for a
second. And yet…there we were.
My favorite thing to do during our stay
was to grab one of the boys flying around the room and just launch him in air.
At first he would gasp and would have a look of bewilderment on his face. A
look that told me that this particular experience was unique but not initially
fun or desirable. That look would devolve into fear, the kind of fear that is
birthed from a humans first near death experience. Finally, the moment would be
redeemed by a look of pure joy once they realized I was going to catch them. So
good.
Leaving them was miserable. We said our heartache goodbyes
and slowly we made our way into the rain. The contrast between the warm atmosphere
filled with the giggling, happy children and the harsh raining conditions
outdoors was staggering. As our group was leaving I kept running back (like a
child) and popping my head around the corner to make some face back all of
them. The children kept screaming with joy and could hear the pure thrill in
their voices. I did not deserve to have my heart warmed like that, but it was
exactly what I needed to make it home with my sanity. One of the helpers there
said I could stay the night if I wanted to spend more time with the orphans,
and very reluctantly had to decline her kind offer.
The way back would have been much worse than the way there
if we had been coming from any other place. Although it took much longer for me
to get home and the rain was coming down much harder, the memories I had with
those children eclipsed any inkling of frustrations. Since then I have been
constantly thinking about them. My entire being longs to be back there with
them. I was intrigued by their ability to say farewell while holding a smile,
but not surprised. They have had to say goodbye to more people than I could
possibly imagine, and in some ways this small act of “abandonment” was familiar
to them. There was not a sense of bitterness, just familiarity.
To see such joy overflowing from those whom life has been so
very cruel to was inspiring. I need these kinds of reality checks because I am
far too comfortable putting up my blinders and focusing on my own life.