The Leper Colony
Some Patients at the Colony |
When I arrived at the colony me and
some of my brother seminarians went to the wards and we were put in charge of
serving food. While we were waiting Ryan Keisling and I were told to visit with
the lepers there. There was just one problem, none of the people in the ward
spoke any English. The only thing that we really knew how to say was ‘what is
your name?’. After only a short while of asking everyone their name there was
nothing left to talk about. I thought that I could try to make small talk with
a woman. I had no idea how it was going to happen but I was going to go for it.
I went over and gestured asking if I could sit down beside her. Of course she
agreed, but there was still nothing to talk about. Then I thought to myself
that music is always a good way to connect. I told the women that I was a
drummer. There was no way that she understood me, but I started drumming on my
lap. That must have been clear because she started drumming as well. She then
started to sing and taught me a song in Bengali. Of course, I did not
understand, but it was repetitive enough that I could sing along. After she was
done singing I sang a song to her. It was amazing to see how music can bring so
much joy. Even if we didn’t speak the same language we could share through
music.
Seeing this woman’s joy was something that I
appreciated a lot. There was a point after we were done singing that was funny:
I had a pair of sunglasses on my head and I saw that she had noticed them. I
reached up and handed her my sunglasses and without hesitation she placed them
on her face. It was wonderful to see the joy that she received from such a
simple thing as sunglasses.
Today was a great day, very
exhausting but full of joy. Most of all it defied all of my expectations. I
thought that the leper colony would be a place a disease and death. Instead I
found that this was a place of life and laughter and joy and community. It has
really helped me to see the circumstances of my life and know that in all of
them there is an opportunity to have joy and laughter.
Thank you for sharing your experience in the Leper Colony! This is proof that joy is a universal language. So is prayer, so count on my prayers while you are in India!
ReplyDeleteNena Lavoie
Ironic you would end up in such a place. My paternal grandmother was at one point in her life confined to a leper colony in Louisiana called Carville (home of political adviser James Carville). I think (?) the modern name is Parkinson's disease. No worries she lived to almost age 100! Keep sharing your experiences with us. Thank you! Don Sauviac, Jr.
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