Sunday October 30th.

This past week has brought some tough 'curve balls' to the field. Last Tuesday night, another 12 year old female commited suicide, throwing the community back into caos and confusion. After doing some research, I've realized that it is a very complex situation which has no quick solutions. Given the sociopolitical undertones of the issue, the results have to come from the community, and their want of resolving the issue. The white community can become resources to consult and provide some direction, but the bottom line has to be provided locally.
With water contamination hitting the news, the reserves are getting a lot of attention. Perhaps this will become a catalyst...
More and more I've been remembering the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling that I learnt when I was in St. Andrew's (my high school), and using it as a guiding light.

[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling