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Sweet Innocence
Sweet Innocence are the only words I find to describe this picture that I shot at Carnival today…
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on Jul 22nd, 2009 at 3:20 pm
That is sweet. I wonder what their future will be? I hope their innocence lasts as long as it can. I also hope they are fortunate enough to have parents (or other people in their lives) that love them and will prepare them for life and it’s joys, triumphs, trials and, of course, sorrows. All children deserve this and, as we know, sadly, they don’t all get this. Not all parents realize that they owe this to their children when they bring them into this world. The children didn’t have a choice. This puts the parents in a position of responsibility whether they realize it or want it. THEY made the choice to have a child. Enough of soapbox for today. I feel very strongly (as you can probably tell) about taking responsibility for one’s actions. Almost everything we do affects others besides ourselves. I know none of us think about it all the time. But we should. Take care and thanks for sharing and for giving me the opportunity to say this. God bless and keep you and yours safe, well and happy.
on Jul 22nd, 2009 at 5:58 pm
Grandma Margaret, it is amazing that my friend Gail, echoed a similar comment on my facebook page. I am even sadder and more afraid than you about how these, and so many other kids will turn out. Truth is, we are a very poor country, where poor is an outlook on life rather than a statement about how much money we do not have. In most developing countries the leaders are hell bent on self-agrandoisement and the wider populace is left predominantly uneducated, unenlightened, extremely insular, not to mention myopic…Gosh – the ultimate in poverty!
on Jul 23rd, 2009 at 2:16 pm
The first time I truly “SAW” poverty in a country was back in 1980 – my first of 2 visits to Jamaica. It was there that I learned that all people in every country want the same basic things in life. To be able to provide a home and food and education for thier families. It was there that I saw that it is not always possible everywhere. Coming from rural Canada (at that time) I thought I knew what it was like to be poor – but I had absolutely NO idea about poverty and not being able to provide at least the basics for my family. Still not being a person of wealth, I have to be content with trying to assist where and when I can and take the opportunity when I can to voice my opinions about the state of the world economy. There is not much else that I can do. My heart breaks for those less fortunate than I, however. The last statement of your above post is the most telling. Thanks for sharing and giving me the opportunity again to state my views. God bless you and keep up the good work.
on Jul 25th, 2009 at 6:20 pm
I spent 4 years going to university in Jamaica in the late ’80′s, and like you, it was there that I saw the worst poverty in my life, but interestingly enough, it was also in J’ca that I saw the most wealth ever. It was there that I met kids who lived in homes with 6 cars in the yard, and where I saw houses that were so hugh that you couldn’t see from one side to the next.
And it was in J’ca too that I saw the greatest displays of loyalty, both from the rich and from the poor. If a Jamaican takes you into his inner circle nothing is too much for him to do for you and he will see to it that you never come to any harm.
J’ca is truly my favourite Caribbean Island. Saddly though I would not want to live there because the violence is just ridiculous…But that story is for another show. Maybe I’ll tell it someday, and hopefully it will spark some reaction from a feisty Yardie or 2!
on Jul 27th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
I made some very true friends (that I still have) in my 2 visits to Jamaica. I, like you, saw wealth and poverty and the friends I made took me to their homes and made me feel like family. I had a very unique (I think) experience when I went with one of my friends to church there. I wasn’t aware that it was a Pentecostal Church (my first visit to that church) and I also was the only white person in the church. Because I was made to feel wlecome, there was no fear – but I could imagine (somewhat) what it might have been like if the situation was unfriendly. How we learn things is amazing and quite often very unexpectedly. Take care and God bless until next time.