Well it happened again a weekend of no power & water but this time l coped much better than last month, remembering my favourite saying “If you can’t fix the problem.. accept it and move on”  Last time l was a mental wreck for 3 days, so another lesson learnt in SL. The only problem being there was a YMCA Youth leadership workshop scheduled which l was helping organize, the heat was intense, hitting 40 dg & in the tin roofed hall and no power for fans we moved outside under shady trees for awhile. The fridges were off so cold water was not an option but we kept the warm fluids available. The kids coped Ok but at times found it hard to concentrate. At the end of the second day after handing in their evaluation sheet not one complained about the heat, which was a sign they are used to such happenings, that would have been at the top of my list. A busy few weeks before l leave, a special “SL Island” Cricket weekend in town which the school are helping organize so all hands on deck, The heat will be unbearable but will have to “suck it up”. A friend of Rikki Sweeney’s is arriving in Colombo next week with 12 other family members from Aust to visit her Sri Lankan relatives she has a parcel of goodies for the kids so l HAVE to meet with her they are staying in a luxury Villa complex so l planned to stay at my regular Colombo hostel for the night but Hiranthi insisted l stay with them, l tried to argue but gave in when l saw the amazing pool on the website. There are 2 public holidays next week one is a Hindu festival & a Poya full moon day.

We had a new boy start school yesterday, he wet his pants 5 times & soiled once and he had no nappies so the day was spent cleaning rooms & changing him.  When l asked why he had no nappies was told his parents couldn’t afford them so another item added to my Colombo shopping list thanks to money left over from donations for the Yoga machine.    

I arrived at school today to a scene of tears & inconsolable sobbing, one of the students Father died after being bitten by a snake. She is a gorgeous girl who l have become really attached to, l describe most kids as my favorite but she is and is in a little group of kids l have taken under my wing for 30 mins every morning. When l first arrived the children who couldn’t walk were left unattended, caged in a concrete room while the rest went outside for the morning ritual of prayer & exercise. I started using the only wheelchair to transport the 6 kids, some are able to walk with help & support then transfer them to a chair for the prayers, then when exercises start bring them back inside and using my special bag of tricks they throw balls, use play doh and other toys & have fun until the other kids return when I would have to madly collect all the equipment before a total war broke out with the other 40 kids wanting some of the action. Sometimes there is a bit of fake sickness or injury from the able-bodied kids wanting to join in the fun. The girl whos father died is paralyzed down one side she gets so much enjoyment out of throwing and catching with one hand & massive limp but she has so much guts & determination nothing gets in her way & she is always smiling and to see her today so upset was heartbreaking, then to make it worse she had a huge seizure not long after she stopped crying & banged her head on a table and had a big lump on her forehead but l don’t understand the 1st Aide potion that is used for everything… a bottle of cologne it is agony on an open wound, as l found out the other day when l got a small cut and the magic potion was forced on me (it is also rubbed into temples for headache relief). So after a staff member rubbed it on her head very roughly l insisted she stop, l put her on a yoga mat and sat with her for a while, knowing how sleepy & confused you feel after a seizure.


I'm gunna miss these ids !!!

I’m gunna miss these kids !!!


Even though at times l have felt isolated and homesick l am leaving with a heavy heart, the people of Sri Lanka, especially the children have taught me more about life and tragedy than l had ever imagined was possible it is difficult to put into words exactly the journey l have been on, my life will never be the same again and  am so grateful that l have been given the opportunity to experience the true meaning and importance of family, culture & life. Material things in life are at the bottom of the “wish list” in a country  which has experienced a civil war, tsunami and general poverty. I will miss the children more than l can bear to think about and to have shared a special bond with these kids who have experienced more in their short life than we as adults could ever imagine is life changing, every child has a story and for some the tragedy is mind-blowing. In all the heartache and sadness l have witnessed and  life stories told l am amazed at the happiness & love the children display. Not a day goes by that l’m not swamped by love, hugs, handshakes & friendship, sometimes when l arrive in the morning l can’t get out of the auto because l’m swamped by kids (mostly when they see me with bags of goodies donated from fantastic friends in Australia)  they have a great skill of appreciating & protecting every gift and even a pencil brings huge excitement, l don’t care  they have been spoilt, the joy on their face tells a million stories. I have 5 weeks to enjoy my time with the kids & will cherish every minute