While running UMF’s community partnership projects in the past several weeks, I was continuously confronted with the questions: “What does one do upon returning to the States? How can an experience like this really change your life?” To be honest, these are questions for which I never had concrete responses, neither for the group members nor for myself. But it’s been a week since I’ve returned, and I’ve been watching myself through an invisible lens, searching for answers…
There has been something so strange about being back and walking through these New York streets where no one knows my name. It often feels like a gray maze where one bumps into others without really touching them and says, "Excuse me," without addressing a soul. I couldn’t help but compare it to my cheerful walks in La Unión, during which I would often stop to chat with neighbors and receive kind smiles and greetings even from strangers. I wanted to believe that people are the same everywhere, full of goodness and vitality, but I couldn’t see it in those streets.
There’s a passage in a book called The Unbearable Lightness of Being that speaks to this. It reads, “In Paris, the graves were deeper, just as the buildings were taller.” The author, Milan Kundera, is comparing the great city of Paris with Bohemia, where he imagines death to be viewed as simply one step in the circle of life, and living to take place closer to the earth, where people can be constantly reminded of the miracle of their beginnings. I read that line just yesterday, and I finally understood what seems to set the people of La Unión apart from others that I have known.
It is with this joie de vivre in mind that I chastised myself for feeling melancholy as I passed through the jam-packed streets of New York. Though first impressions beget the feeling that, here, the graves are too deep and the buildings too high, I thought on what I learned from my friends in La Unión and decided to dig deeper. The next time someone passed me- a tired, angry looking man in a dirty button down- I gave him the brightest grin I could muster and waved a cheery hello. Suddenly, his face melted into a smile and he paused to ask me, “How are you?”
And just like that, I realized that the answer is that we never really have to leave La Unión. If we let it, it comes with us wherever we go. There is no need to look any further than ourselves when searching for good, whether we choose to take a part-time job at a non-profit during the school year, travel to another country to learn about development, or simply make a conscious decision to smile at someone and make his day a little bit brighter. Kindness will be reflected back once he realizes you see the good in him. And changes will come about organically once all of us begin to care about each other in this way.
A lot has happened in the last three months, and there’s still a lot about which I am unsure. But there is one thing of which I am certain: Unión MicroFinanza has taught me how to care, and that is the most wonderful gift in the world.
|Lennie and UMF employees in La Unión|