Savannah -- Health

    ​The forecast was still not in our favor as we headed off for Hoofs 4 Healing this morning. The drizzle was minimal, but it was enough to make riding unsafe for students and horses. Other projects like painting also had to be ignored because of the dampness. Karrie separated us into groups again. There were still stalls to be mucked. The guys took up several fence posts, some people went inside for painting trim, and the rest of us moved planks and wood scraps out of the old barn. We got a set of wonderful helpers this morning in the form of some of Karrie’s students. They couldn’t ride, but they were enthusiastic about moving the wood.

            We really got to know the students, all with a variety of disabilities. A boy named Kamaski said all his friends would be impressed that he was hanging out with college girls. A girl named Mikayla told us her dream was to work for the Red Cross helping others. Another girl named Hannah both pretended it was her birthday and started the trend of calling Jordan “Muscles” (which of course he all-too-quickly embraced.) The students were amazing, and we noticed that their presence made us feel like our work meant more. Being around the students Karrie and her organization help made our hard work seem far easier. At the end of the day Karrie and her friend Douglas, a man retired from both the Army and the police force, talked to us about why what we does matters. Douglas pointed out the sincerity with which we worked, including even little details like the affectionate way Caitlin petted the cats.

            The lightened workload meant we had time this afternoon to retake the city, stopping through art galleries, souvenir shops, and anywhere offering free tastings. We even grabbed some coffee at a local café called Coffee Fox where everyone was utterly disappointed with the horchata latte. We all agreed that without the downpour we experienced on Monday, Savannah was even better.

            At the end of the day, we were treated to dinner by the church at which we are staying. Lots of church members were there for their weekly dinner, but this time we got to eat with them, talk about MAB, and converse with them over Bible study. To burn off all the fried chicken and peach cobbler, we spent hours playing more knockout and foursquare. It was yet another peachy day in Savannah, and we’re looking forward to the next one.

 

-MAB Savannah