Children of the Village


During one of the days that we were in Morocco, we traveled to one of the nearby villages and we were able to play sports and do crafts with the kids. I was sick so I was not able to participate in the activities, but from the sidelines I was able to observe the relationships that were being formed. Because it was a Moroccan school, there was a pretty big language barrier between us and the kids, but when everybody was playing together, it didn’t really matter so much that they couldn’t communicate through words; they were communicating through sports and art and passion. It’s the little things like this that allow different cultures to bridge their gaps and start forming bonds with each other.

The day before we went to the village, we had all gone to the market and we had boughten a bunch of school supplies, backpacks, and soccer balls for all of the kids in need of financial help. We put one of each item into a backpack and then after we were done playing with kids, we handed them out. The appreciation that was shown to us was enough to break your heart; in America, people aren’t so grateful for something so simple as a backpack or school supplies, but these kids were very appreciative. After everything was handed out, one of the school leaders gave a little speech that was directed at us and it was so sweet. She kept saying how thankful they all were for what we did for them and how it was an honor to have us there. It was incredibly humbling to see how grateful these people were for the smallest of gestures. It really made me think about what I hold dear and question if I would have been so thankful for it all. The fact that I had to even question it, shows how much we all take for granted in America and how good we really have it. I am going to take this experience to push myself to appreciate more in life and to not take anything for granted.


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