Uniting Brazil (intro)

Updates on the Brazilian mission



Monday 18 February 2013

My First Shock When Working With Street Kids

All these homeless kids living on the street don't want to be 'rescued'.
This is the first realization that I had after I arrived in São Paulo after leaving my job and country to help kids that I was sure were desperately wanting people to come and give them a chance at escaping their situations. But the truth is that they don't want to be off the streets. All these 7, 8 ,9-year-olds are quite satisfied with the life they've grown accustomed to, irrespective of the fact that it ends 50 years shorter than the average life. They may never have an education, a family, a happy home, professional respect or a 21st birthday, but the appeal of this life on the street over shadows any pursuit that we would deem valuable or important in this life.
Why? What is keeping them so shut off from the truth that they are not better off on the streets?

I volunteer at a rescue house for street kids. We have 7 kids in the house at the moment, even though there are hundreds on the street in the city. Even more, now, because of the new year. We just received a new boy, who we'll call "M", who had run away from an abusive home situation and was desperate to stay as far away from home as possible. This makes our work a lot harder, because we have to find his family without his help, now, and try work with their indifferences while housing him and reassuring him we're on his side. M is very quiet, and avoids any physical contact with anybody. He seems to have started trusting me, because I don't try get too close to him.

So I asked him, "do you like it here?"

"I like some of it."
"What don't you like?"
"They make us eat tomatoes."
He then runs away from me. Just this conversation was too much too soon. But it showed a small insight into why a rescue house is less attractive than the street. On the street, nobody makes you do anything. You can do whatever you want.

With the benefit of having a healthy upbringing, as most of us have had (and lets be honest, your family may have had issues, but if you're sitting here reading this, you're educated, with access to technology, thus money, education and opportunities. You've had a comparatively healthy upbringing) we know that a certain amount of rules is good. It teaches discipline, respect, self control and shows maturity. But that's the long term effects, and the alternative option these street kids have is immediate freedom from rules. Even if it means sleeping with dog blankets under a bridge on rainy nights. How can they not see that this is not a good long-term plan? What may feel like freedom right now is actually the very chains that are going to end their life short. This freedom will prevent any chance of a healthy life.

Who are we to judge? The mere mention of the name, "Jesus", puts many of us on immediate defense. Yet God created us and loves us and simply wants the best long term plan for us, right? But we know that if we truly turn to God, He's going to ask us to do things that go against what we want right now. He's going to ask us to leave this immediate freedom we feel, and do things that require self-control, discipline, respect.

If you haven't reached the conclusion of this point already, let me help. Freedom without God is blind-sighted and secretly an inescapable prison of chains. I can personally vouch for that. A life that follows the 'rules' of God is the pursuit of true freedom. Free from addiction, free from pain, depression and death.

I watch M run away, and my heart is filled with joy. He gives us a lot of trouble at the house because of how cut off he is right now, but he's not on the streets anymore. He found one of our volunteers, and begged them to find him a home. They gave him their number and he phoned them every single day until we had sorted out the paperwork to take him in. He's lost the street's independence, highs and freedom, but he's gained a future of hope, potential and freedom.

Monday 4 February 2013

The Gems of Communication Barriers

My role at the rescue house is to be a mentor to these kids. To teach them, guide them, discipline them, encourage them and answer any questions about life that they may have. Sound familiar? Well, yes, it's the role of a parent, isn't it.

How much of that can be done when the people involved in this parent-child relationship speak different languages? When the child does something wrong, how much can be said with the primary use of hand gestures? When he's feeling down and seems very disappointed with himself, how much can be understood with words unheard of?

I realize that this Portuguese frustration I have is something well documented, but when people are willing to communicate with each other, they find a way. For example, I had a really good 'conversation' with one of the boys while we were playing basketball the other day, and I felt like I was able to play a good role in his life then. He wasn't getting the ball in as often as I was, and he kept putting himself down. He would miss the hoop, and start walking away every time saying, "Não bom, não bom" which I've at least figured out means, "not good, not good." I really don't like seeing a young kid like this, with all the potential in the world, giving up so easily. So I went to him, and managed to communicate something that my dad had always told me growing up.

I told him, you shouldn't ever say that you can't do something. You just need to practice. When I was younger, my dad told me that I could do anything. Anything that I wanted, I just needed to work at it. So you might not be good right now, but with some practice, you can do anything. With everything in life, don't say that you can't. Just say that you need to work at it.

He seemed to really understand the concept. I mean, it wasn't some hollywood moment where he got a grin on his face and started popping the ball in the basket while drinking Pepsi, but he had a stern face and was more willing to pick the ball up when it hadn't gone in.

This was one of my rare moments of successful communication with the boys. So you can understand my frustration when I have to spend the entire weekend with them, and I can't really speak to any of them. I have learnt how to develop our relationship in other ways, but this was exceptionally restricted on Saturday when we were driving out to a water park, roughly two hours away. When you're in the car, and you have to turn around to talk to the boys, there's no easy way of using hand gestures, and no form of affection because of the chairs.

I found the car was very excitable, because we were off on an outing, and there's so much that these guys haven't seen in the world, yet. So there's a lot of conversation going on, and lots of laughs. There's some back seat tussles, and huge stories being told about places that everyone's gone to before, but I can follow none of the details. Only the bigger picture. I try to contribute to the conversation, but inevitably fall short, and I just shake my head, apologizing for my Portuguese. The boys reply saying that I was learning Portuguese much faster than anyone. I was doing really well and my Portuguese was good. I hear this, thinking, "I can't even tell you guys about going to the beach?" So I just brush aside their encouragements and say, "Meu Portuguêse e não bom." At this point, my basketball buddy piped up and said, "Remember what your dad said to you, and you said to me? You mustn't say that it's not good, you just have to work at it."

How's that for a refreshing slap in the face? For almost a second I was embarrassed that I wasn't living according to my own advice, but then I was just filled with pride for this boy.. He had taken hold of that little conversation, and it was a part of him almost a week later!

Of course, that has me a little worried. It seems that I've only applied my dad's advice to sport! And that's 'não bom' at all. There are so many areas where I believe God needs me to overcome, and I've completely had a negative attitude towards them, thinking I'll never be able to do this, or I'll never be able to get past that. The bible, itself, is filled with the same encouragements from God that my dad gave me, telling me that I'm equipped enough, I'm encouraged enough, I'm able enough to do anything and everything that is asked of me by my Maker. I'm so thankful for this kid's refreshing slap in my face, because he is helping me finally eradicate one attitude that doesn't belong in my life!