We have visited the townships multiple times now and I am struggling to find words to describe what we have seen. I know that no words could possibly do justice for what we have witnessed. The first day in Delft (the Township we have visited each time) we met an outstanding group of people from the organization that we are working with. I have so much respect for these people and their line of work. We all shared our personal feelings when we are arrived and I was feeling very open-minded and eager to see more. Our first task that was handed to us was to assist with their garden, that from the looks of it was more like a combination of thorny weeds and other various types of weeds and hadn't been utilized for a long time.
Usually at home, and my dad will attest to this, when I hear the word gardening or weeding, I will leave the house and run far away, but on this particular day, I couldn't wait to get started. I began gardening and shoveling up weeds like there was no tomorrow and before I knew it 2 hours had passed, I was dripping with sweat, and still felt great. I took my gardening gloves off and blood was running down my hand from a blister (Don't worry mom, I cleaned it well). I did not care one bit. The feeling of having the opportunity to help people that are in such great states of need rushed through me, and at that point in time nothing else mattered. I never thought I would say this, but I loved gardening that day.