Words Are Powerful - Becca Lunt
I believe that words are powerful and have all been given meaning . We are the ones who decide what that meaning is. A few months ago I the word India meant little to me. India was just another foreign country. A country that I knew little about and was okay with that. Then I discovered YMAD, India soon took on a different meaning. The word filled me with excitement, uncertainty, apprehension. It gave me hope that i could possibly make a difference in someone else’s life.
Today when we arrived at the school we were greeted by the cutest, happiest kids. The teachers of the school graciously welcomed us into their midsts. They gave us traditional hats and performed a ceremony reserved for special visitors. The students were excited to have us, they treated us with respect and simply loved us. The teachers watched and helped us in anyway they could, wether it be to help us calm down the kids or to help translate. After we were done with school the lady who tailored our uniforms took us around Kullu and showed us a part of her city. Not because she was paid to do it, just because she wanted to. So many people have showed us small acts of kindness. I have been impressed again and again at the generosity that has been shown to us. The people we have had the privilege of getting to know come from very humble backgrounds but are so willing to give us anything they can.
Six moths ago the word India meant next to nothing to me. Six days ago it left me with conflicting feelings. Now it means friendship, generosity, and warmth. I am sure for years to come whenever someone mentions India I will be transported back Kullu and relive this experience for a brief moment. - Becca Lunt