Jaclyn Smith came home from her first visit to Makutano with a passion for the village and the people living there. When she returned a year later, the love she felt for one little boy helped her passion grow even more.
My experiences in Makutano are something I could talk about for days if someone was willing to listen. I have been blessed to have the opportunity to go to the village three different times. There is one reason in particular that I keep returning, and that is a little boy named Reagan. I remember him vividly from my second trip, which is when I first met him. We were standing outside of the airport and a small group of children from Heritage Academy were there to greet us. They were all singing songs of welcome, some of which required movement to the beat. I fell in love with Reagan right then and there, watching
everyone stomping their feet to the beat and seeing him, the only one stomping on the off-beat. He sat on my lap on the bus ride back to the village because they were not enough seats for everyone. I loved every minute of it!
Before there was a child sponsorship program, I knew I wanted to help him in whatever way I could. I asked about his situation and learned Reagan’s story. Reagan’s mother came to the village to visit with friends and a family allowed her
to stay with them while she visited. She got pregnant while she was in Makutano and gave birth to sweet little Reagan. She stayed long enough to nurse him, but then left. The family she had been staying with tried to find her, but were unable to do so. Thankfully, they decided that they would care for Reagan as best as they could. I am very thankful that they took him in.
Once the sponsorship program started up, I was finally able to provide for him and pay for his schooling and any medical expenses he had. It was amazing to see how much he had grown on my third trip and I kept him as close to me as much as I could!
On that trip, I was able to meet the family who had taken him in and the man he called his grandfather. While I was at the home where he was staying, I learned that he had been sleeping on the ground, in a cook room filled with smoke, on dirty rags. My heart broke and I promised myself that I would do anything to get him a real bed. After I left, Margaret and Davis went on a home visit and decided that it would be best for Reagan to stay in the boys’ dorm because he was not given enough food at his house. He now lives in the new boys dorm and I can tell from pictures how happy he is to be there.
God blessed me the moment we met and I will continue to visit him every chance I get. I hope to see him finish school and go on to do great things with his life!
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