Make dreams a reality

“We pray for Canada and Canadians everyday because you are the ones who
helps make dreams a reality.”

The warmth of the sunrays. The view from the very top of the mountain.
The deafening noise of mopeds driving by. The chickens. The squeaking beds.
Fearing for your life riding in the back of the truck on an 80 degree incline.
Singing. Laughing before bed. The smiles on every villager’s face. The laughs
of the children. Spanish. Ah, the Dominican.

The very first thing I noticed as we rode up the mountain was the smiles
on everyone’s faces. The excitement and joy they all had seeing us come into
their village was absolutely amazing. But then, you realize they are standing
outside a broken down, rusted metal shack. Although it breaks your heart into
pieces, all that sadness instantly disappears when you see their beautiful
smile. As I saw this, I personally had a mission to bring as much joy to them
as I possibly could – even if it led me to being known as “loco” by the whole
community by the end of the trip…

Every night, just after dinner, the community slowly made its way to our
centre and then the party started. We all brought out our stickers, candy,
bubbles and other little gifts for the kids. This was the best part of the
trip. Giving piggy-backs to all the children, holding their hands not wanting
to let go, taking pictures, trying to communicate, dancing (or krumping, in my
case), and running around with all of them was just so unbelievably fun. But
like all good things, this too had to come to an end. I just didn’t think it
was going to be so hard.

The most memorable experience from the trip was having to say goodbye to
my friend Sandy. We looked at each other and
he gave me the biggest smile with sad eyes and we said “Adios”.  I got down on my knees to hug him and he gave me the
tightest, softest, most amazing hug I have ever felt. This hug went on
literally for forever and he
did not want to let me go.
I didn’t want to let him go. But eventually, I had to go and I turned away and
started bawling, and I’m not one to cry. It was one of the most beautiful, most
amazing moments and I will never forget it.

As we left, the huge smiles on everyone’s faces with tears in their
eyes is another image I will never forget. Knowing that I have changed the
lives of a community is a feeling no one will ever take away from me. As we
pulled away, there was a house on a hill a couple minutes down the road. We
were waving goodbye and a lady was waving back and then, she threw her arms in
the sky, in a form of praise, and was thanking God for us. It was actually one
of the most beautiful things I have experienced. All these things that I will
take away from this trip are truly amazing. I love this group of people, and I
will never forget this experience. ME


Inspiring Symbolism
representing D.R.E.A.M.S. coming true:

          The beautiful smiles of the
community in La Cruz de Santana

          The breathtaking view of the sunset
in the mountains

          The abundance of stars at night
showing endless possibilities

          Ryan still playing his guitar
despite it only having 3 strings and Sheyan’s singing

          Everybody’s beautiful laughs

          The passion within everybody’s eyes
to help each other

Doriana Homerski
March 2011

D.R.E.A.M.S. the (Dominican Republic Education and Medical Support) is a program in which grade 12 students at St. Mary Catholic Secondary School of Hamelton, Canada. Groups of students go to the mountains of the Dominican Republic to build homes and help in other ways. These witnesses are sent to me from time to time by my friend Don Hall

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