A Father’s Love
The Carmon family came to Denver a few weeks ago, ready to
spend their lives inside a convention center. Once a year a great spectacle
occurs in that city; one that a non-volleyball person may never understand or
imagine. Two 3-day weekends, 89 hand constructed sport courts, close to 700 teams, exhibitors and college recruiters from around the country, and countless mini
donuts— all jammed into a tournament explosion of whistles, video cameras, and
cheers. Welcome to Colorado Crossroads, folks!
Photo Courtesy of The Denver Post |
After day two, the Carmons were wiped out from all the
mayhem and emotional strain of the day’s matches. But instead of heading
straight to the escalator and back to the hotel, the father of the bunch was
drawn to a particular table display. With wide eyes, he beckoned his wife and
daughter to come join him. Reluctant and exhausted, they followed.
With great passion he began repeating what he just learned—how
Child in Hand provides medical and psychosocial care and training to 6
orphanages in Haiti and works directly with USA Volleyball and the Haitian
Volleyball Federation to build up the sport of volleyball in that country. Mr.
Carmon also told them how the bracelets and jewelry displayed were decorated by
the Haitian kids and orphans. He pointed to the images on the TV screen of a
country and people living very different lives than the abundance in food and
resources that his family knew.
“Look, honey!” He gestured towards the wall behind the
table. “Those bags were decorated by kids here at the tournament and they will
be taken to Haiti next week and given to the orphans! Isn’t that great?”
His daughter, Emily, saw the maroon drawstring bags. They
were decorated with stickers, colors and inspiring quotes (both creole and
English) that young players had written to the orphans. She said nothing and glanced
toward her mom. It was clear the two ladies were ready to go, but Mr. Carmon insisted.
“No, honey, you need to do this. You don’t understand how
good you have it, and I want you to make a bag for an orphan in Haiti. Would
you like that?”
She blinked at him.
He grinned back, passion beaming from his face.
“Fine…” She said.
When the bag was done, she held out the bag for the attendant
to put on the wall. Mr. Carmon stopped the exchange and requested a picture.
The table attendant complied happily, and snapped a shot of Emily holding up
her rainbow bag in front of the Child in Hand table.
“SMILE” was written in all caps at the bottom. Fittingly, a tiny
smile crept on Emily’s face, as well. Something had happened—something happened
that may seem small, but someday could make all the difference.
Mr. Carmon pulled the attendant to the side, locked her eyes
and asked if she would send him a picture of the orphan who receives his
daughter’s bag.
“Okay. I will.” She replied.
“No. Seriously. I need you to do this. Please give me your
word that you will find a way to get me a picture.”
“I understand, Mr. Carmon. I will do my very best to get you
this picture for Emily.” She said.
A satisfied, inspired father led his family down the
escalator. And a picture remained of a young girl, a bag, and a mission.---------
SMILE
Peter is a special little boy. When Child in Hand first met
him two years ago at the ORAEDH orphanage in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, he had a
protruding belly, a sad face, and would fearfully retreat when approached. Over
the years, Child in Hand has seen a remarkable transformation.
On March 16, 2013, the young table tenant and the CiH team
arrived once again at ORAEDH, home of more than 70 children and caretakers. The
goal of the trip was two-fold. First, CiH and One Laptop Per Child would assess
the location as a possible recipient of specialty laptops and training to
further the children’s education and vocational skills. Second, CiH was going
to distribute 65 decorated bags filled with surprises to the 65 children living
together on the small property. The table tenant and translator Willy spoke to the children and asked them who their inspiration was. Without hesitation, the children cried out: “JES!” which means Jesus Christ. The next question was whether they believed if someone else was inspired by them. With hesitation, some said “Wi,” while others dropped their smiles with a “No.”
Willy then arranged them in a big circle and talked about
giving and receiving. Next, the bags were handed out one by one and passed from
one set of little hands to another until the whole circle had received a bag.
The children hugged the bags tightly, poked at the stickers, and attempted to read out loud the different phrases that had been written for them. The 65 kids piled up together for a group photo, waved their bags high in the air and shouted “Viv Ayiti!” (Live on, Haiti).
Then the bags were opened and toys, games, stuffed animals,
and 65 red Molten playground balls unleashed pandemonium and much joy within
the small concrete front yard. Balls were bouncing everywhere as the children,
caregivers, and Americans danced and sang songs of praise together at dusk. The children hugged the bags tightly, poked at the stickers, and attempted to read out loud the different phrases that had been written for them. The 65 kids piled up together for a group photo, waved their bags high in the air and shouted “Viv Ayiti!” (Live on, Haiti).
And in the background, little Peter, with the widest and
brightest smile, clutched his new rainbow colored bag.
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Pass it On
Peter took out the flat red ball from inside his new bag and
gave it to the older man next to him with the pump. After waiting patiently by
his side and watching his arm pump the air in back and forth, Peter tapped the
man on his leg.
The man stopped and Peter looked up into his eyes, still
smiling. In perfect English and clarity of heart, the little boy spoke: “Thank
You.”
The man closed his eyes for a moment, as if the beauty and
purity before him was too much to take in.
Peter stayed near the man as he finished pumping up balls
for the other kids. He pulled over his brother Clifford who spoke better
English and said something to him. Peter wanted to know what the man’s name
was.
“Scott,” The man replied.
Peter grinned. “My friend, Scott!”
On the van ride back to the CiH guest house, Scott shared this most pressing experience with the table tenant. Later that night, he shared it with the CiH team. Scott is a passionate former pastor who now focuses his time trying to increase connectivity to remote places in Haiti, especially for the means of telemedicine (where doctors from the states could essentially diagnose problems through live internet feeds).
On the van ride back to the CiH guest house, Scott shared this most pressing experience with the table tenant. Later that night, he shared it with the CiH team. Scott is a passionate former pastor who now focuses his time trying to increase connectivity to remote places in Haiti, especially for the means of telemedicine (where doctors from the states could essentially diagnose problems through live internet feeds).
Scott will share Haiti’s story with hundreds of Americans,
because…
Peter has new joy today, because…
Emily gave a gift she never knew was inside of her, because…
A father’s heart is blessed to see his daughter grow.
Peter has new joy today, because…
Emily gave a gift she never knew was inside of her, because…
A father’s heart is blessed to see his daughter grow.
…And the domino effect rolls on.
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Child in Hand would like to thank the “Carmon” family and
thousands of other families, players, coaches, officials, staff, etc. of
Colorado Crossroads Junior National Qualifier for spending time with us and
supporting our efforts to help the children in Haiti. The money raised from the
March tournament helped us to distribute 42 laptops to children and train local
leaders and kids to use them. We were also able to distribute some love through
the 150 CiH bags—hand-decorated by kids in America for orphans in Haiti. The
bags were received with such wonder and were filled with donations including 150
red Molten playground balls. Imagine the bouncing and laughing mayhem!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, for helping us help
these deserving kids in Haiti. Truly, none of this would be possible without your support.
Thanks to Front Range Volleyball Club for their standout support! |
For more images of
our March trip,
·
Haitian National Team intensive skills training
·
Grand Opening of the Multi-Sport Facility (pictured above)
·
Psychosocial follow-up and workshops with
caregivers at 6 orphanages
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