The beginning of our journey started in Treasure Beach.
We stayed at the most precious resort that was owned by the sweetest little lady, Mrs. Whinny. Herself and her staff of three people run all of the operations at Taino Cove; they were the kindest, most remarkable women. From washing our laundry by hand to making us homemade meals, the love and warmth they exuded was contagious.
I never expected that I would learn to truly appreciate cement mixers, but I can genuinely say this trip demonstrated the value those mixers have. As we worked with a few of the Jamaican workers we had helping us, they would continually yell “Bust a sweat, man!” This became our motto for the entirety of our time in Jamaica, and boy did we learn how to bust a sweat!
I will never forget this one little boy named Ty who sat in the field and wouldn’t go back inside even though he was missing class. He had his legs criss crossed and his arms crossed tightly to his stomach with his head down. One of our sweet members Kassi went up to him and asked him if he was okay. He was so upset that he didn’t get his picture taken because he had never had one before to see what he looked like. The one thing he wanted so badly was just a small 2 x 3 inch image of himself. Could you imagine what it would have been like when you were in fourth grade to have never seen a picture of yourself?
Many people made this trip so meaningful, but our leader, Kaye, taught me what it meant to serve and love others in a way I had never seen before. I have never met someone who gives so much love to the world around her. I aspire to be like her.