The Marble(ous) Miracle

November 23rd, 2009

The Marble(ous) Miracle

While in Panama, taking books purchased with generous donations, to a reading program called Loco por Leer I was blessed in a way I never expect to be blessed again.  Robb Pickett, the head of Global Humanitarian Adventures was with me as we went to see a possible site for a new resource library. The library will be filled and cataloged by groups I will organize and bring down from the US. The site began as a feeding program in a slum of David, Panama and has grown into much more. I am looking forward to my work there and hope some of you will be joining me.While I was in conversation with Father David, (everyone who is educated speaks English, you can drink the water and the roads are good!), Robb was playing with the kids. One little boy had 10 marbles and taught Robb how to play. They only had about 5 minutes of “play time” before it was time for us to leave. That is when the miracle occurred. The children hugged us all and the little boy reached deep into his pocket and gave Robb 3 marbles. 3 marbles. All he owned in the world were those 10 marbles and he gave 3 to Robb. Robb looked at me with tears in his eyes and asked me what to do. What do you do with that sort of generosity?  Robb thanked him profusely and began to get into the car. Senor, senor, the little boy called to Robb. Robb assumed he wanted his marbles back and got them out. The boy reached deep into his pocket again and gave Robb 2 more marbles. 5 marbles. Half of his total worth. What do you do with that! That sort of generosity is unheard of. That sort of generosity is life changing. That sort of generosity is the story of the widow’s mite acted out in front of me.I don’t know yet how my life will be changed by that one event. I just know it is changed and the impact will reverberate in my soul forever.

Susan Aldrich

GHA volunteer

WORLDS APART right next door

October 18th, 2009

(from a recent volunteer) 

 

Today I met a Palestinian for the first time in my life.  In an ideal world this shouldn’t have been a big deal, however some things are bigger than me. 

Almost every person I meet has an opinion about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict… People see the news and then choose a side, they keep forgetting that beyond the power struggles, the messed up relationships and the extremists on both sides - there are normal people, citizens of these countries, wanting to live their lives peacefully and happily, wanting to go to school, wanting to hang out with friends, and wanting to take care of their families.

An opinion of an every day guy or girl from Palestine is denied from me just because I was born to a Jewish family in Israel.  Rarely do we get to meet each other (in most cases NEVER is more fitting), we don’t get to talk, Palestinians need a special permit to enter Israel and so on…  So parted we are from the Palestinian nation. 

Unfortunatly, one can only assume and HOPE that there are some normal, every-day, peace wanting Palestinians, who want to have a connection and are open to talk.

Well, today at some random dinner with people i just happened to meet in Panama half-way around the world from my home, I met a Palestinian.  The first moment I saw her I thought she is an Israeli, so alike we are.  Then she said that she was Palestinian and my heart skipped a beat.  I said immediately where I was from, a little nervous about her reaction, thinking… “maybe she wasn’t as happy as I was to meet her.”  In my head I thought, should I have told her where I’m from?   Maybe she wouldn’t have wanted to talk, maybe she would have reacted in someway I wouldn’t know how to handle…  Many uncertainties.  She didn’t seem to act any differently, so I felt free to express to her how exited I was to meet her. All of a sudden she gave me this huge welcoming hug and at that moment I turned all red and started holding myself from crying. 

It was a cry of relief.  Many people outside of the conflict take the right to judge me personally, only for being an Israeli citizen, and the one person I expected to be the most judgemental towards me is the one who I felt at home with.  My supposed enemy, and no other, is a comfort which cannot replace any support from anyone in the world. 

So there we were talking and listening, just like two every-day women, and I felt lucky to know that what I hoped for was true. 

Be sure, I will share this with all of my friends and say - You know what, “I met a Palestinian, she was a wonderful woman, and I loved her.”  It wasn’t an illusion or a dream…  I would also say, “open your hearts, and things will start to change.” 

I hope that by sharing this I will succeed in making a little step towards breaking down some walls…


Danya Landsberg

LOOKING Back, MOVING Forward

October 6th, 2009

Unable to sleep, I’ve been replaying the events of this past Saturday in my mind.  It was a journey to say the least.

 

Saturday To Do List:

Fundraising
Sports Program at Hogar Trisker (orphanage)
Architect meeting with the Red Cross Chapter in David to discuss a new facility
Meet with Gill Humphreys (mother of Alex, missing British Tourist)
Organize a local “search & rescue” for a missing Peace Corp volunteer
Remember my dad (15 year memorial of his passing)
Dinner at Mike & Mindy’s

 

I was invited to dinner this past Saturday night by Mike & Mindy, a wonderful couple from the states who now live here full-time.  They are the type of people that just make you feel safe when they are around.  They are working on some fundraising events for GHA & are a dream to have as volunteers.  Dinner was great & very relaxing; it had been a while since I had experienced either of these.

 

Saturday was also the 15 year memorial of my dad’s passing.  I found comfort in the fact that I would be spending the end of the day with Mike, Mindy & another wonderful friend, Yamel.  I made the decision early in the day to “do what dad would do”.

 

On Saturday mornings we usually go to Hogar Trisker (orphanage) to play soccer with some of the boys.  With all the stress lately over fundraising, I contemplated “sitting this one out” to focus on raising $ to pay the bills for the past couple of weeks.  BUT, “what would dad do”… Well, my dad would stick to the game plan & go spend time with the boys.  So, I did.

 

At the same time, I received a phone call from a buddy who owns an outdoor adventure company, BOA.  He had received word that there was a missing Peace Corp volunteer & wanted to see what info I had & see what could be done to assist with the search.  I’m already on the way to play soccer at the orphanage, and I have an afternoon appointment with Gill Humphreys (mother of Alex, missing British tourist)… The day is getting hectic & it’s just 10 am.

 

I make a couple of phone calls en-route to the orphanage to organize a local search party.  The authorities, SINEPROC, are heading up the official search on the other side of the mountain, but considering that I’m spending part of my day with the mother of a missing person already, I can’t sit this one out!

 

I call Peter, our Director of Logistics here in Panama.  He has spent the last 29 years as a volunteer with the Panama Red Cross & specializes in disaster response, search & rescue, and countless other trainings.  He begins collecting info & making phone calls, connecting us locally with Red Cross & SINEPROC so that we can respond in an efficient manner.  While the pieces come together & I wait for my meeting with Alex’s mother, we continue on to the orphanage.

 

Back to town, we scramble to gather more information on the lost hiker.  She is in her 30’s, has been on the mountain for over 48hrs & was last heard from 24hrs ago when her cell phone died.  She was hiking alone & became disoriented on the trail.  (The mountains in this area are covered in thick jungle.  The tree canopy can let in little light at times & make an air search difficult.  Nights are cold, depending on elevation & there are a lot of “creatures” that call this area home.  The mountains here are a result of Volcan Baru & slopes can be sheer cliffs.)

 

Ok, back to the schedule… it’s time to meet with Alex’s mom, what do I say to a mother whose son has been missing for weeks?  Having lost my youngest brother, I can feel some of her pain, but it’s not the same – this is her son & he has just disappeared.  There are no leads, no conclusions, absolutely nothing.  We talked & discussed different things & I pledged to help the family in any way possible.  We will be their voice here as they need us.  Alex’s mom also shared a couple of photos & told me a little about Alex; she said that he spent a good deal of time working with children back in the UK & said that he would have really liked what GHA was doing… She wants to help with one of our projects.  Here is a woman who can’t find her son & she is offering to help with the playground project at Hogar Trisker, for him.  What a humbling honor.  I have been wanting to do projects in my brother’s name & here is a woman that I have never met until now wanting to join in for her son.

 

(I’m still thinking about my dad & the fact that there is a woman out there lost in the mountains… What do I do, how, when… Well, “what would dad do?”)

 

After the meeting, I get back on the phone & head to my buddy Jim’s shop.  We have deemed this the base command for the local search & rescue.  Steve is there from Dead Wheat Intl, a partner organization & we collect our thoughts, resources & information.  Local guides are being called to help with the search & we head into the mountains in Steve’s truck to try to find the authorities for more info… No luck.  My mind is racing, we need atvs, we need guides, we have to help, we can’t lose another life!

 

Well, it is my pleasure to tell you that we need these items for next time… she was found & was transported to a local hospital for observation!!!  (As we returned to town, we received a text from Steve’s wife letting us know that she had been found & was ok.  We later were able to confirm from the authorities via the Red Cross.)

 

So, I made it to the dinner party… a little late.  But, nonetheless I was there.  The day was drawing to a close & it was time to catch my breath, relax for a bit, enjoy the company of friends & discuss some fundraising ideas (can’t completely get away from it).  We enjoyed good conversation & great food.

So, not to just tell you about the issues, I have to share some of the solutions also. 

(Keep in mind, that resources are fairly limited here & things that would be automatic in the states are not here). 

 

Today I’m meeting with one of the local Rotary Club members to discuss GPS systems & how we can integrate them into the next search & rescue operation. 

The Red Cross does not have an office here yet, but we are working on that.  In the mean time, we will work with what we have & start working on what we need. 

 

In the wake of Alex, who is still missing, we are going to work with the local hotels & hostels to educate guests about local dangers & urge them to enter a log of all hiking & local adventures (like a boat captain or pilot would do before a trip).  Information is knowledge & the more you know in these types of situations, the better. As we have witnessed in the past 6 weeks, it is the difference between life & loss.

 

We will be composing a list with the Red Cross & other local volunteers for the most efficient response plan… command posts, radio communications, GPS mapping/tracking, first-aid & rescue training, atvs.  (The best response plan is a preparedness plan.)

 

If you have skills, equipment or finances to assist with this, please contact me directly rpickett@gogha.org 

 

We work closely with the Red Cross HQ in Panama City, & all equipment (GPS, radios, atvs, etc.) can be shipped in tax-free.

Looking Back & Moving Forward…   

Saturday taught me quite simply, that I may not always be able to fix things immediately or have the answers to the issues around me, but I can always have the answer to this question “what would dad do?”

 

He would take care of others first.  He would see the issues at hand & respond with action.  He would leave an impression on everyone he came into contact with.  He would leave this world better than the way he found it.

 

So, for Alex, for Ben & for my dad – I will respond & leave things better than I found them.

 

 

Sincerely,

robb pickett

ACTIONS speak lounder than words !

October 1st, 2009

Many people have asked, "what is GHA?".

Global Humanitarian Adventures is a network of volunteers, service agencies & needs.

GHA has partnered with numerous service agencies including La Cruz Roja Panamena (Panama Red Cross) to provide each agency with volunteer coordination, project management & logistical support.  GHA then recruits volunteers locally & from around the globe to meet the needs that are presented & provide the ”global humanitarian adventure” of a lifetime.

Through our research & development stages, we realized how many truly want to help & be involved.  The 2 primary issues that future volunteers had were, 1) they did not know how to find these opportunities  2) they could not afford the ones that they did find.  Well, GHA presents solutions to both of these opportunities.We currently provide countless volunteer opportunities here in Panama… from childcare, education & nutrition -to- community development, disaster management & medical services.

GHA offers the most affordable “global humanitarian adventure”!  We believe that when someone is willing to donate their time & energy, they should be able to.  GHA offers packages including transportation, lodging, insurance, first aid training, volunteer opportunities & local adventures. 

GHA also offers FREE rustic accomodations (bring your hammock & tent) for those who want to help, but may not have the finances for a packaged tour.  We’ll present you with the opportunities, then you decide the adventure.  It really is that easy, why shouldn’t it be !

GHA was NOT founded on the principle of “making $”, it was founded on the principle of ”making a difference”. 

For financial stability, we fund-raise & recruit monthly donations.  To DONATE !

We have set out to “prove ourselves” not “sell ourselves”.  We believe in the old saying, “actions speak louder than words” ! 

So, in the last 7 weeks GHA has…

Formed ”A Partnership of Action” with the Panama Red Cross & addressed/networked the following opportunities:

1)Red Cross - Respiratory Issues in the Indigenous communities (due to un-ventilated indoor fires) -Dead Wheat smokeless stoves
2) Red Cross - Agricultural Issues (due to climate change) -Dead Wheat auqaponics
3) Red Cross - Nutritional Assistance Program - Logistical Support
4) Red Cross - David Chapter New Facility - Architectural Support 
5) Red Cross - Disaster Management Logistical Plan
6) Red Cross - Disaster Operations Center - consulting for layout
7) Red Cross - Red Cross Network - online database of volunteers, resources & assets.
8) Red Cross - Boquete Chapter Reinstatement - volunteer recruitment
9)Red Cross - Child Care Assessment - Policies & Procedures
10)Hogar Trisker - Soccer goals (w/ Bob & Pat of Alianza de Ninos de Hogar Trisker, Fred & Boquete Paintball)
11)Hogar Trisker - Playground (w/ Alianza de Ninos, Hostal Refugio del Rio & Boquete Outdoor Adventures)
12)Hogar Trisker - Alianza de Ninos de Hogar Trisker - volunteer & material support
13)Hogar Trisker - Sports Program Coordination
14)Aldeas SOS - child care (medical needs - research)
15)Aldeas SOS - Playground Repair (identified needs & solutions) 
16)Loco por Leer - volunteer & material support
17)Loco por Leer - support of new library & literacy program location
18)Loco por Leer - volunteer support for future English Lessons
19)LEAF Music Intl - Panama Coordinator
20)Fox Conservation Consultants - Turtle Egg Conservation - volunteer support (we made the National News!) 
21)Los Ruices - Logistical support for $10,000+ in Medical Supplies (with financial support from Pink - Richmond, VA)
22) Humanitarian News Feed - Development & Management
23) The Virtual Volunteer - (in development stage)
24)Partnered with numerous local government offices for more efficient progress & solutions
25)Community First-Aid Training - organizing & implementing Red Cross First-Aid training for Boquete, Panama
26) Launched “Global Peace…s” online STORE to support GHA staff.

So, if ACTION is what you are looking for… & you have TIME, TALENT, or TREASURE to give, then take the time to become a part of “the volunteer revolution“.

THANK YOU for supporting me & GHA,

robb

Serendipity

September 16th, 2009

When I arrived in Boquete, I was only planning on spending a few days here. Then I met Robb. 

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We started talking about the different volunteer opportunities GHA has to offer and I was instantly intrigued and more than willing to put off my departure day for the chance to experience some of things he was describing. When I started planning my trip to Central America, I knew that I wanted to incorporate volunteering somehow, but all of the programs I researched wanted to charge me this and that, but for what?  I simply knew that I wanted to make a difference in some way, so I left it up to the stars and figured that I would find a program through word of mouth from other travelers. And alas, here I am, still in Boquete 3 weeks later!

I’ve participated in various GHA volunteer activities, however my favorites (thus far) have been Saturday mornings at Hogar Trisker, an orphanage just down the road from downtown Boquete.  The first trip was a little unnerving. It’s hard to see children living their lives in such conditions- it really made me appreciate my childhood and all the opportunities I was given growing up. I pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the task at hand: playing with the kids. Despite the language barrier (that I’m currently working on!), I feel like connected with the children that day. You could tell that just our presence made a difference in their day; its so obvious that they just want a little attention and someone to love them. And it was so simple to do.  Just by pushing them on the swings or holding their hands while they lead you around the yard shows them that you care.

 The next time we returned, the kids definitely remembered our faces, which was so rewarding! GHA had donated soccer goals the day before, so we painted and tested them out- the boys love having the goals to make their games complete! I got to spend some time with the little ones- they hold on so tight when you pick them up. It makes it almost impossible to put them down, even when your arms feel like they’re going to fall off!  We helped with lunch, did some more swing pushing and picked flowers. The 1 1/2 hours went by too quickly, but we couldn’t stay longer because it was nap time for everyone.

When we left that day, I was thinking how nice it would be to volunteer there more than once a week- to have a chance to really make an impact in these kids’ lives or at least be more consistent. Well, yesterday my wish was granted! We were informed that we’re allowed to go Monday, Friday AND Saturday! Rebecca, another volunteer, and I are planning on taking some crafts with us next time. Who knows what these children can do by tapping into their creativity. The possibilities are endless.

I’ve had some incredible experiences with GHA thus far and have made memories that will last a lifetime.

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Working with the kids at Triskar has been one of the most rewarding things I’ve done, and I’m looking forward to continue with the project!

 -Jaime Ridolphi, GHA volunteer 2009

Happiness Never Decreases by Being Shared

September 16th, 2009

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 Jaime Ridolphi - Volunteer for goGHA.org

Mi Casa es Su Casa

September 16th, 2009

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Volunteer for goGHA.org

hikes, hammocks & house-sitting

September 16th, 2009

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Volunteer for goGHA.org

Small Steps for a BIG Problem !

September 16th, 2009

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A lesson that is being repeatedly pounded into me while traveling:
plans are pointless. Last night was a perfect example. The plan: to
collect, move, and save turtle eggs from poachers and the various
wildlife that drastically reduce their chances of survival. Reality:
something quite different, but equally as important.
Five of us left Boquete for a dock just outside of David around 1 p.m.
yesterday. After stopping at the store to pick up supplies for the
night, we arrived at a dock settled into the mangroves and surrounded
by vultures. There our group formed - the five of us, a biologist from
the U.S./Columbia and his girlfriend, and three local Panamanian men.
We loaded our group and our gear onto a modest local fishing boat and
headed out. After a bit of negotiation through the mangroves, we were
out in open water. Beautiful views of the surrounding islands, a
colorful skyline and endless waters surrounded us. If that wasn’t
enough, soon Dolphins were jumping in the distance. With a slight
change of direction, we headed their way. It always amazes me how much
dolphins love to play.

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 They swam beside our boat, almost close enough
to touch, surfacing and diving for almost 15 minutes. The biologist
jumped in to play, but the dolphins weren´t interested.
Along the way our driver flagged down a passing fishing boat. We
pulled up next to it, passed them a bucket, they filled it with fish,
and off we went. One of the Panamanian men immediately set to
preparing the fish that would eventually be our dinner. After about 45
minutes we arrived at the island that would serve as our home base.
The entire island was comprised of three thatched roof palapas near
the shore, one larger, very rustic structure set back about 200 yards
from the beach, various crops, two dogs, and one older gentleman. We
unpacked the boat and settle into the man’s home – the two story, one
room, rustic, open structure. Soon enough the sun was setting, the
tunes were playing, and the fish was cooking. A car battery attached
to a light bulb hung in a half gallon milk container provided our only
light. After dinner, the Panamanian men set to playing the guitar and
singing while we laid back in hammocks and makeshift beds. A few fell
asleep, but my busy surroundings kept me awake. Just past midnight the
biologist let us know that it was time to go.
We headed down to the shore and boarded the boat. After cutting across
the open water, we entered the mangroves once again. Because the
openings were so small, two men navigated from the front of the boat,
yelling directions back to the driver. An almost full moon lit up the
night enough to clearly make out our surroundings. Thick jungle,
mangroves, and forest mixed together around us, often times hanging
down into the boat. We were instructed to dodge everything because of
the dangerous and plentiful wildlife that could be in the trees -
boas, coral snakes, vipers, etc. As we inched through the mangroves
with the full moon shining above, it felt like a scene straight from
an adventure movie.  The boat ride lasted for almost an hour, but soon
enough we arrived at another island.

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We left the boat, which was
supposed to pick us up on the other side after a two hour beach walk.
Our walk began at 1:23 a.m.
We ventured down the beach with the light reflecting off of the ocean,
excited to find turtles. After climbing across twigs and branches to
cross one estuary, and walking for about an hour we came upon the
thing we least wanted to see – a freshly slain turtle. A poacher had
beat us to the chase, leaving behind only the shell and head of a once
beautiful animal.  We photographed the remains, intending to submit
them to the newspaper upon our return, and sullenly continued.

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About an hour and a half later we were still walking – the beach seemed to
stretch on forever. We came to an estuary too wide to climb across and
removed our shoes and rolled up our pants to continue. Once across,
the Panamanian men wanted to burn a stretch of beach drift wood that
was blocking the tree line. They said is hindered the turtles’ ability
to lay eggs. We stopped and laid in the sand while they tried to
ignite a fire. After many failed attempts and many newly acquired
mosquito bites, we moved on. Our hopes of finding live turtles were
dwindling. As the moon set on the horizon, the stars above magnified,
and the night´s complete darkness set in with the same intensity as
our tiredness. I don’t think I have ever been able to see more stars
in the night’s sky, and although we were all exhausted it was still a
magical time. Another hour or so of walking and we all reconvened.
They instructed us to walk quickly through the thick, grass field
ahead in a single file line. Apparently this reduced our chances of
coming into contact with dangerous wildlife. Once we reached the
opposite side, the boat was finally in sight. As we climbed in, I
asked for the time – 5:37 a.m. It had been a LONG night. We were
steered off into the darkness of the ocean, and I began to drift in
and out of  sleep.
As the sun rose, we slept – on the floor, in the hammocks, and in beds
made of the tables and chairs. Around 10 a.m., when we all awoke, the
men went out to the nearby crops and picked green beans and corn,
which they used to make a thick soup with rice. The hot sun blazed in
the sky, but the hot soup was filling and much appreciated. Around
noon when the tide was right for our departure, we boarded the boat
once again and headed back. Soon after our arrival at the dock, the
biologist informed us that the news was coming. They wanted to hear
our story.

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During our miles and miles of walking on the beach, without a single
egg saved, I felt discouraged. But now I have come to a different
conclusion. We set out to help protect the turtles, and that is what
we did. The main Panamanian news station played our story on the
evening news last night and will likely repeat it tonight. Although we
didn´t save any eggs, the publicity that our excursion brought to the
issue is equally helpful. I´ve learned that the officials here are not
quick to believe stories of  poaching. Our photos and story provide
hard evidence, which I am hopeful will improve the response. Even
though it was a small step, it was still a step, and I´m glad I got to
be a part of it.
Rebecca Noreen - Volunteer for goGHA

5 Degrees

September 16th, 2009

A GHA Volunteer Experience:
 
A Beautiful Chain - Five Degrees of Separation

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Yesterday morning I took a bag of clothes to an orphanage just outside
of town. I left them with one of the women who cares for the children.
This morning I went back and found at least five of the children
running around in the clothes from my bag. It was beautiful - seeing
their smiling faces in the clothes I’d brought them. Only the clothes
weren’t from me. They had traveled, from one orphan to another.
 
The bag of clothes was given to me by a friend visiting from the
States. I met him about a month ago in Costa Rica. He was supposed to
return to San Jose to fly home the following day, but after flipping a
coin decided to head to Panama with me. After three weeks of traveling
together, he returned to the States. One week later he decided to
return to Panama. He knew I was volunteering at an orphanage and
asked what he could bring from home. He flew from LA to Mexico City to
Panama City with a bag of his younger sister’s clothes. We carried
this bag with us across Panama to the Kuna Yala Islands in his pack,
and then transferred it into mine, which I carried to Boquete once he
left.
 
If you look back a bit further, the story is even better. His younger
sister is from Russia. She was adopted into his family last year.
His parents flew to Russia to adopt their baby girl, giving
her a new chance and a new life. The clothes his mom packed in the bag
were the clothes his sister had worn and outgrown.
 
Now the clothes that clothed one adopted baby girl are with a whole
new set of orphans. Hopefully, the children who now wear these clothes
will eventually have a new chance and a new life as well. For now,
they have a new set of clothes - from me, from Chris, from his mother,
from their adopted baby girl from Russia. The five degrees of
separation that comprise this chain link one orphan from Russia to a
group of orphans in Panama. Turns out that making a difference can be
as easy as flipping coin.

 -Rebecca Noreen, Volunteer for goGHA