Monday, April 22, 2013

What I Thought Was a Smart Question



It's been awhile since I've posted, but I am back with an updated profile justifying why I still consider myself an everyday philanthropist even though I am now employeed in the nonprofit sector.  My recent trip to Guatemala, as a volunteer of DirectRelief, reminds me that regardless of the work I do, I am at heart just an everyday person trying to make a difference and I continue to wrestle with what is making a difference.

Our original intention for the trip was a "service" trip.  The DirectRelief partner we visited, ADRI provides comprehensive community development for 41,000 indigineous Guatemalan's in the Alta Verapaz region.  Notice, I said 41,000 not 40,000, that is because they are excellent at tracking every stat in the villages down to pet vaccinations.  The amazing program manager, Ruby started off providing us an overview of their main programs.

I proceeded to ask what I thought was a very smart question:  How did they determine the program areas?  Are these the essential areas of development identified by experts needed to improve conditions in developing communities?  Without missing a beat and with complete respect, Ruby replied,  "We asked the people in the villages we serve."  And BOOM a lightbulb went off!  Who was I, as a white middle to upper class American, to think these people needed experts to tell them what they needed.

I recovered from my gross error in thinking and we began our "service."  We helped to paint a clinic, we planted yuca root at a village school, and we even got to give out TOMS shoes.  Did our "service," make a difference?  Absolutely not!  Were their many intangible benefits to us being of "service" besides trying to make a bunch of American women feel good?  Absolutely!

Don't get me wrong, there was an inherent tension to doing this type of trip.  Unless you have a true skill and a chunk of time, it's unlikely you are going to blow into a developing country and do anything the locals can't do for themselves.  Does that mean the trip was a waste of time for both the participants and the partner?  In my opinion, it was net positive for everyone. 


What were the benefits of our "service?"

  • Although Ruby and his colleague, Esteban, spent two full days letting us be of "service,"  our visit gave them the opportunity to show off and take pride in the work they are doing.  I hope our visit and praise was in some way a gift of reflection and affirmation to keep them inspired to do the work they are doing.
  • While it was fascinating for us to gawk at the villagers, our visit was exciting for them, too and lots of laughter was exchanged (mostly due to my goofball friend, Rachael who was good at getting the kids to laugh).  Is this such a bad thing?  I hope our interest in their efforts to improve their lives also gave them pride and inspiration to keep helping themselves.
  • There is nothing like seeing first hand the lifestyle of someone who lives in an indigenous village to give you compassion, appreciation for your own life, and inspire you to continue to volunteer your time to improve our world community
  • Our visit elevated us to unofficial ambassadors of the good work DirectReleif is doing which we hope will cultivate more supporters of DirectReleif locally and in turn benefit partners around the world like ADRI.
  • At the most basic level, in exchange for making us feel of "service,"  ADRI received both a cash donation and a physical donation of goods from us to support their programs. Neither would have be received without our visit.
  • And finally, I was reminded of the wonderful Tao of Leadership

Go to the people
Live among them
Learn from them
Start with what they know
Build on what they have

But for the best leaders
When their task is accomplished
Their work is done
The people will all remark

We have done it ourselves.  






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  2. My first night on "the rez" I was 20. I spent it in a tiny hogan I couldn't stand up in as my elderly navajo "grandmother" kept blood sausage boiling all night long. When her daughter, my only interpreter, dropped me off that first day, we all ate lunch together (I think it was goat head.) Before she left I asked grandma, "Doesn't it bother you having a WHITE person here?" She, in what turned out to be her consistent "no punches pulled" style replied, "If you have to ask such a stupid question, you don't belong here anyway." When I heard that I shut my mouth and ended up living with and assisting her for more than a year.

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