Antonio Thompson: Day 10 in State Care

  Antonio’s Father in a Dream

 On Sabbath morning I saw Antonio’s father approached me in a dream. He appeared like an older man with very little hair on his head and graying hairline. His complexion was the same as Antonio’s. I saw him admiring his son and heard when he said:

 ”He is a good looking boy, my son.”

 The dream was so real and strong that I had to rise up fast. Some dreams have that kind of effect on me even now that I am free at last.

 

Tamian and Antonio

I spoke to Antonio this evening and he sounds like he was in good spirits. He received my message along with many others on his cell phone.

 ”Mi get whole heep a message.” He was happy to hear from everyone.

 Praise God for all those angels who are calling him.

 Praise God that Tamian is back from his trip. I know that Antonio is looking forward to see him.

 Another trip is due for St. Joseph’s on the top of Mount Zion…maybe tomorrow. We will work on that.

 Again I pray for his parents, that God will make a way for them. In the Mighty Name of Jesus. Amen!

 

The Companies Office of Jamaica

I am still thinking about my trip to the Companies Office last Friday morning. As soon as I sat in the chair I felt her spirit and hoped that she would be the one to assist me. She had another customer who was an older man of East Indian descent.

Later when I sat before her and told her the name of my company, she smiled and said, “I love it!”

Her male supervisor came over to assist.

“It is all about seeds, good men, and their positive energies…I got tired of hearing about bad men and decided to do this.”

He smiled and I saw that he appreciated what I meant by the name.

And “Senses at Dawn! Wow! You know that is so lovely…I write poems too, you know.”

I could tell that she felt the words because we spoke for a while about the beauty and demands of the poetry.

 “‘Senses at Dawn’, I could write a poem about that,” she said.

According to their rules, I could not register one company with two names. So I decided that I had to find another way to protect “Senses at Dawn” as my intellectual property. Next week I will go and talk to the JIPO people. 

 

The young male cashier was also pleasant as he responded to my greeting. I looked in his eyes and right away I knew he was a good seed that was planted some twenty years ago and nurtured by others to grow.

 

Andrea caught my attention even though she was way across the room. I sat on half of the brown vinyl chair and saw the huge files she had.  She reminded me of someone from the past; blonde hair, warm spirit, kind, from the United States. I wanted to talk to her and the Universe knew it.   

In a few minutes she was ahead of me in the cashier’s line. She offered to let me go ahead. I felt her eyes on my locks and on my hands as I completed the last few sections of the reservation form.

“My name is Andrea,” she said. “I have quite a bit to do, so go ahead.”

Just like that again my wish came true.

She is a lawyer who works with her husband.

“Thank you, I won’t be too long…just here beginning the process of my registration. It is something that I thought about for quite some time but just recently made the decision to do.”

She said that they are interested in helping people with new ideas to get loans and other types of assistance and such.

I asked her for a business card and she found one in her portfolio. I plan to call her one day soon before the ninety days are through.

 

I left the Companies Office feeling encouraged. Every employee I interacted with in the Companies Office on Friday was customer-friendly. In less than an hour there were four people who served me professionally and one lady whose kindness I felt.

More connections were made on Friday as I continued along this long journey!

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 9 in State Care

I started the process of registering ”Seeds of Insight” as a company. So far I have reserved the name with the Companies Office of Jamaica.

Here are some of the reasons why I decided to do so.

1)            The Antonio Thompsons of Jamaica and the world;  

2)            The feedback I received at the EduVision 2009 Conference;

3)            The feedback from Jennifer and Bethany on the book;

4)            The feedback from my mute readers;

5)            The feedback, the feedback, the feedback…and the thousands of views;

6)            Mrs. Prospect’s remarks were like Pegasus himself;

7)            To tell more stories;

           To nourish the seeds;

9).           The technology was working efficiently and I was not even ”sweating” yet. 

For example, I noticed that that my bio was translated multiple times into Spanish on November 25, 2009.

Super cool!

http://translate.google.com.uy/translate?hl=es&langpair=en|es&u=http://marcampbellja.wordpress.com/ann-marie-e-campbell-mph/&prev=/translate_s%3Fhl%3Des%26q%3DANN%2BMARIE%2BELIZABETH%2BCAMPBELL%26tq%3DANN%2BMARIE%2BELIZABETH%2BCAMPBELL%26sl%3Des%26tl%3Den

10).        The Sweet Scents continue to fill my room and are now following me throughout the day.

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 8 in State Care

Hi Ann Marie,

I have been following your work with Tamian and young Antonio…just wanted to congratulate you. It brought goose bumps to my body and was inspiring , encouraging and did spark action for me in other areas. It is said that we lose our Humanitarian spirit when we stop fighting for each other…and truly you and the team brought that spirit alive with your action (Kerrel McKay, Facebook “chat” conversation, November 26th, 2009).

Hi Kerrel,

Why should we sit down on all this knowledge and allow all these skills to go to waste when Jamaica is literally burning?

Kerrel: Hmmm, truth.  

 

A Prayer for His Parents

Father of  Heaven and Maker of the Universe, I come to you about this son

I would love to meet Antonio’s parents Dear God. May Thy Will be done

As I come before you this morning, I am aware of your awesome power

I thank you for all that you have done so far and my ability to recover

There is no other force now or ever in this world that is stronger than you

I can feel and smell your presence right now in this room as I pray true

Your sweet scents inspire me, guide me and protect me day by day

Your Divine intervention is needed now, so I ask that you make a way   

Amen.

 

Remembering Miss Puncie

 

Antonio Thompson: Days 5-7 in State Care

Antonio called me yesterday at 6:08 pm while I was on my way home. I recognized his name on my cell phone screen.

“Hi Antonio!”

“Hey.”

“How are you doing man?” The tone of his voice was different. He was comfortable.

We exchanged more greetings as my son and my cousin listened in on the conversation.

“Allison gone till Sunday,” he said, sounding as if he was really missing her. 

“Really? But Tamian comes back on Friday, right?” I had to give him hope that his angels were not far away.

“Yes,” he replied, with a soft and relaxed tone.

I knew he was feeling more comfortable. I could tell by the sound of his voice.

“Are you going away too?”

My heart skipped a beat as I heard his voice asked the big question that all my men had been asking for months now and I knew that I was going to be honest with this young hopeful boy.

“No Antonio, I am not going anywhere right now. I will be here for a while.”

I then decided to ask him about his parents. “How do you feel now that your parents are back…?”

“Mi feel good.”

“Did you get into anymore problems? I hope that there is no more war.”

“No man.”

I told Antonio that I called St. Joseph’s on Wednesday to talk to Mr. Calmright but was told that he was out of office and that I could call again on Thursday. Antonio confirmed that Mr. Calmright was indeed away on Wednesday but would be back on Thursday.

 

Mediator

My cousin who is here visiting from the US called me a “mediator” this Ben Johnson morning. I smiled and told him that I was never trained as one but somehow God was using me to mediate in the lives of people in crisis.

“Yes man you are a mediator and a diplomat too.” He insisted.

I did not challenge his statement. If he felt that I was a mediator and a diplomat, then what could I say?

Then we started to talk about the grandparents and their way of life. I laughed out loudly, clapped my hands and jumped three times in the kitchen as I explained My Truth about Rastafari and the Church with Miss Liz paying close attention. 

My husband looked at me quizzically. He had never before heard me talk like that. He asked:”What is Babylon?”

And I explained.

There was silence.

 

Mrs. Prospect

I called Mrs. Prospect as promised to tell her about the interview. I knew she was eager to learn about the job prospect. I gave her all the information that I had about the organization with which I took the interview. 

“Oh!” She said.

It seems as if, at least for a moment, that some of my readers thought I was being self-serving.

I smiled.

They really do not know me. They do not know Mar Campbell at all.

Seems as if they were saying that I was going after Mary Clarke’s job…apparently she is about to retire. 

Good Lord!

 

I am here for a specific purpose 

Let me assure you all that I am not going after anyone’s job. I am here for a specific purpose; to sow (thanks Bethany), yes, sow “Seeds of Insight” using the positive energies of men across Jamaica and the world. I am also here to help women to smell the sweet scents just before dawn through my “Senses at Dawn.”

And I want to thank you all for taking this journey with me. I know you are reading because I can “see” you through my computer screen and I can feel your spirits. I can even tell when people translate my blog posts into a language that they understand.

I am here! I am living in a new world and I love it!

Don’t worry! I am not possessed by evil spirits. Rather, I am merely following God’s Design for my life and moving according to the will of the Universe.

HALLELUJAH!

BLESS!

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 4 in State Care

His Parents 

Allison called while I was having lunch at the EduVision conference at the Rose Hall Resort in Montego Bay. I learned that Antonio did not go to court on Monday but went to the Child Development Agency (CDA) instead. His parents were there too. 

Hallelujah!

There are two parents alive and according to what I heard indirectly, ”they look well.” Sources told me that he would be going back to St. Joseph’s after leaving the CDA. I also heard that Antonio and his parents had a meal together.

Hallelujah!  

I thought about all the reasons why he would return to St. Joseph’s after meeting his parents again. I am sure the CDA knows best.

God, be with the mother at this time! Be with father, dear God. I pray for healing dear God and that you will make a way for this family. I pray for healing in the mighty name of Jesus. Hallelujah!      

I received a call from Antonio around 1:48 pm just after I returned to the Hanover Room to charge my cell phone. He verified what I had heard before. He was going back to St. Joseph’s that night. He said that there was a lady from the CDA who was working with them. He did not know her name.     

 

The Hanover Room at Rose Hall Resort

I sat down in the lonely Hanover room and reflected on my life again. I thought about my children and then I gave thanks to Almighty God. 

As I placed the cell phone away in my purse, I remembered the woman who came over to talk to me after my presentation on “Seeds of Insight.” She said she would never forget me. She smiled with contentment as if she knew what my life was all about. 

“Have you read the ‘Secret?’ “ 

“No…not really…and you know what? I do not need to.”

I noticed that she had a bounded letter size document in her hand. I could tell that it was read many times as the pages and the plastic protector cover seemed worn.   

She smiled again, “You are right. You do not need to read it.”

I later found out that the lady is a nurse at a college in Middlesex County. I gave her my contact information and told her to take good care of my boy who is there as a freshman.  

I asked myself who sent the other woman in brown over to see me. She did not get a chance to hear my presentation but she came in as if on a mission and wanted to talk to me. She was looking for answers and I knew it. I held her hands and told her that there was a reason why she did not hear my presentation directly. It was the will of the Universe for her to enter the room when she did so that we could talk in a quiet environment.

I prayed for the other woman in red who stood there after the presentation as if she was in a trance. I knew she wanted to talk but she was not ready. She knew what I was talking about and what I hoped to achieve with “Seeds of Insight.”

 All I needed was thirty minutes to present my case. The Universe changed the conference programme around and shifted my presentation from a health focus to that of “affordable new technologies.” The mathematics professor from Connecticut, who presented just before I did, returned to the room, sat down and listened. He did not have to say a word. I knew I reached him. He is now another seed.       

 

The Challenge

When I came home I was drained but I was certain that something was happening. I took a shower and went to bed. I was just too tired to even think…the positive energies had battled with the negative ones and once again they were victorious.  I woke up at about 1:00 am and sent a brief e-message to Kennesaw and entered a post on my Facebook page.

I am now ready for the challenge!

 

An e-mail from a very wise man 

There was an e-mail waiting for me that was not opened until the wee hours of the morning. It was from a man I met recently. He was concerned about the following:

*              “Does Antonio know what it means to be made a ward of the state?”

*              “Will the judge have a completed social enquiry on Antonio today in court?”

*              “There are clear admission guidelines at the —– Children’s Home. All admissions must be wards of the state. The CDA placement officer makes recommendation for placement; and must inform the home at least one month before placement can take effect.”

The man said that he ”cannot make admissions in conjunction with concerned citizens; there is a process.”
  

I told him that I understood. 

 

Hooked

If you think you are the only one that is hooked on this case, you are wrong. I am hooked too.

 

Antonio Thompson: Days 1-3 in State Care

Antonio spent Friday night (November 20th) in State care at the St. Joseph’s Place of Safety.

On Sunday afternoon about 1:00 pm, November 22, 2009, I met Allison under the big Guango Tree at Andrew’s Memorial Hospital. We then drove up to Red Hills to meet Michelle. Pretty soon we were on our way to another Mount Zion…Mount Zion again…I have been going there a lot in recent times.

 

Michele

Michele was full of energy when I met her on Sunday. She is a lawyer…a “down to earth” Jamaican young woman who was ready for the road in her mission jeans and her passion cap. As soon as she got in the car she wanted to know about my life and she did not hesitate to ask.

She noticed my manicured nails, my recently groomed locks, my grey wedding blouse and my Fossil leather purse.  Michele was serious.

We had a wonderful time driving up to Mount Zion. I told Michelle about “Seeds of Insight” and Allison listened intently. Michele was excited…so excited that she invited me to speak to her New Generation Rotary club members in early December. Michele seemed thrilled when I told her about how I was able to transform negative male energy into positive male energy. She understood what I was experiencing with my blog and she wanted to learn more.

St. Joseph’s

We arrived at St. Joseph’s around 2:30 pm…If my memory serves me right. The Place of Safety is located in one of the most beautiful hills of Jamaica. As we entered the unmanned gate-way, I noticed that the road was in need of repair. There was a playfield to the left and there were about twenty boys playing football (soccer). We then proceeded further up the hill, following the driveway to the right. Boys were everywhere.

The main building showed signs of fatigue. The walls were battered and worn with many gaping holes in the siding and at the foundation. It was an old house on an old property that stood tall on Mount Zion.

 I spotted Antonio first.

We parked and then exited the car. A young man who I recognized seeing that we were visitors met us by the concrete steps and smiled. He introduced himself as Mr. Grant (not his real name), the Duty Officer. He asked us if we had a permission to visit and we said no. I explained to him that we were there to visit Antonio who was brought in on Friday night and told him that I was in fact promised a letter by the authorities. Mr. Grant escorted us to the steps of the main building where we met Miss Versatile, the House Mother and social worker aide.

We learned that the capacity of the building was fifty (50) with a ninety percent occupancy; the man in charge at St. Joseph’s was Mr. Calmright.

 

Mr. Calmright

Mr. Calmright arrived in about half an hour. He was dressed in a comfortable business outfit sporting a light knitted vest over a crisp white shirt. He seemed to know why we were there and invited us into his office. As we climbed the stairs I noticed the commercial red oak dye on the floor; there were at least six patriotically painted columns supporting the roof over the veranda. I admired the black, green and gold spirals on the columns and was intrigued by the charcoal airbrushed design on the ceiling over the veranda.

St. Joseph’s is in need of a good facelift, maybe even a makeover or a total demolition and reconstruction. The man in charge knew that but he made the best of what he had to work with. We met in the main office which also serves as the counseling room. We learned that Food For the Poor, Digicel, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Red Cross, 4-H, and a few churches made contributions. UTECH students came recently too. The upcoming Christmas season promised to be a good time for St. Joseph’s – a time of giving that is always too short.

By this time I figured out that one of the main challenges was that “everybody mix up.” There were boys there with serious social and mental health needs mixed in with others who seemed generally adjusted to their living environment.

The duty officers are like fathers.

“Within a week they get a medical…”

Antonio knew Mr. Calmright. He was there before and he had a file safely locked away in the metal cabinet.

We confirmed that he had a court date in Kingston for Monday, November 23rd. We were told that the investigating officer would be visiting the family.

I was somewhat relieved to hear that Antonio had two parents.

Mr. Calmright slowly told us about St. Joseph’s history and the programmes offered there. We were impressed with the simple yet complex man.  He boasted about his high achievers who were now doing well for themselves. He shared stories that were like movies and we were enthralled. We realized that  he was a special man who found his calling twenty-one years ago as a National Youth Service Volunteer and had been at the head of the institution for the last twenty.

“Visits are allowed one day per week…any day from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm.”

The average stay for the boys on paper is three months…complex cases stay longer…the longest he saw was eight months.

Michele asked how things had changed since Armadale and I got the impression that St. Joseph’s was not significantly impacted by Armadale.

St. Joseph’s was owned by a lawyer who sold it to Donald Sangster. The institution has been operating under the auspices of the Child Development Agency since 2004.

Enter Mr. Satisfaction

Mr. Satisfaction is “homegrown” and recently married. He lived at St. Joseph’s for many years. He is excellent at woodwork. Mr. Calmright smiled with satisfaction as he showed us the door that was recently rehabilitated, now standing with Mr. Satisfaction’s ”trademark of neatness.”

The Calmright’s Passion

Antonio sat in the room quietly as we listened to Mr. Calmright. He told us that he went to church earlier with the lady in full red…he told us at least two times that he went to church.  

Mr. Calmright also runs a “half-way-house” for six (6) eighteen plus year old men nearby but we did not get a tour. He is a man who has the interest of the boys at heart and partners with the likes of Mr. Radcliffe at Glenmuir to maintain the best education for the boys who have the aptitude for academics. He was humble enough to tell us about the ward (now an NCU lecturer) who assisted him with statistics when he was working on his bachelor’s degree.

Mr. Calmright uses the exit interview to get ideas for improvement from the boys. He also gets his ideas from his  overseas trips to places like the Hershey Home in Pennsylvania and Dunwoody Baptist in Atlanta, Georgia. He reflected on the resources available at these US institutions and I could tell that he had dreams for St. Joseph’s. He said that he was told that St. Josephs had better success stories than these US institutions, a conclusion made probably because of how the St. Joseph’s boys adjust.

Michele marveled at the man. “Where do I fit you? You are amazing!”

As Mr. Calmright spoke of his wife who he met at the neighbouring high school, I turned my head to admire the charcoal airbrushed ceiling over the veranda again. 

He told us that the building had to be aesthetically pleasing to the eyes and that’s why on Heroes day they painted the columns in black, green and gold. 

That is a Bottle Torch design; right there….fi real! The soot is perfect for the mildew…there is no way we could have known that the ceiling was covered with mildew…not when the Bottle Torch design stood out like a work of art. I wished that I had a camera but it really did not matter much because I knew that I would never forget that Bottle Torch design in my entire life…just like how Allison would never forget the silence she heard at Pegasus last Friday.      

Michele was right. Mr. Calmright was not an ordinary man. Michele and I looked at each other and we laughed out load. “Fi real!”

Behind me on the blackboard was written in chalk:

Steps in conflict resolution:

1.             Calm down

2.             Agree to talk it out (honesty)

3.            Points of view

4.            Solve the problem

After three hours of great conversation we knew we had to leave for Kingston. Allison had to pick up her children and it was getting dark. 

On our way down the steps, Mr. Calmright pointed to the bare windows covered by tarp in the Food Science Office/House Mother’s Room and told us that JMMB had donated new windows.

We then heard from Mr. Calmright about what happened on Friday night and I was not shocked at all. A leader will always be a leader. I do hope that in time there will be opportunities for him to exercise his leadership in constructive ways.

 

Like a woman on a mission

Michele drove back to the main town. She drove like a woman on a mission. We stopped at her office for a while and she collected her files. Allison contacted Audrey Budhi and the CDA officer who escorted Antonio down to St. Joseph’s regarding the court date on Monday.

We had many good laughs together. Allison, Michele and I. We were together for the first time on a mission for Antonio. In a jiffy with Michele at the wheel we were in Kingston.

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 31

 Antonio us now in State care!

Antonio is now in State care! He was escorted from the Jamaica Pegasus Hotel by a tall man in a peach-beige shirt who knew a lot about the behaviour of boys in Places of Safety in Jamaica but did not seem to know the direction to Antonio’s temporary home at St. Joesph’s (not the real name of the Place of Safety). 

We all assured Antonio that his stay at St. Josephs would be short. The authorities said that he would only spend the weekend there and that he would appear before the judge on Monday, November 23, 2009. They said that the process must be followed. The judge will make a decision on Monday on where he goes next.

 

Source: This photo is copied from trudyboom.wordpress.com/feed.

 

The Pegasus Pride (a poem for Antonio)

He cried in my presence and I wondered why

Was he missing his mother with emotions high?

Did he feel betrayed by all of us who tried?

Or was he overcome by the Pegasus Pride

 

He pointed to his elbow on his left hand side

He wanted to make sure I saw that it was wide

It was a nasty shiny scar that extended deep

Sewn in haste and covering the surface at the crease

 

He asked for help to buy a much needed cellular phone

He already had some cash folded, Michael Manley’s own

He knew that it could be secured at the government home

But that was not his main concern or what made him frown

 

Antonio was so happy to see me at the Pegasus yesterday

His face lit up when I walked in on black and gray

I hugged him like how I would hug my other boys

The first hug, the holding of hands and some joys

 

Allison was there, Novia too, Nada stood and Robert sat true

Saccsha, Marva, Audrey Budhai and Mrs. Clark sat down too

I then felt when She moved away gracefully through the door

Deep feelings abound as Antonio cried feeling almost secure

 

We waited outside the hotel while Novia got his clothes

One little shopping bag he had and all that he knows

He hugged me tight again, this time lifting me off the ground

I was reminded of His strength and young men profound

 

The Pegasus Stride (a poem for Tamian) 

Yesterday Tamian called me from the Possibility Programme

He was there to register Antonio as planned

But the lady told him that there was no space

Not until January she said, when we will place

 

But Allison told us that they had room for three boys

That was last week after she saw Jerusalem’s flaws

Were all the spaces taken in such a short time?

Or was this another example of the bureaucracy line?

 

Tamian called me at about 11:12 am and then at 11:43

My last call to him was from my home to Possibility

I tried to call three more times but no answer drew

I received Allison’s call at 11:42 and after a minute I knew 

 

Tamian was at the Pegasus on stage with Antonio in stance

Making his case again for rights, justice and assistance

“Ann Marie, you should have been here to see and hear”

The Pegasus Stride caused a loud silence as they all stared

 

I pulled on a clean blouse and jumped in my dirty jeans

Rushed through the door without telling Miss Liz please

As I drove I thought about Tamian’s frustration again

Why he had to Stand Up for justice in front of TV camera plain   

 

When I came home I sat in my car and waited for the news

There in the headlines it was, another story about refuse

Street children especially boys now over six thousand lurk

According to the report, all over Jamaica they live and work

 

It was about 3:40 when Mr. Berry from the OCA called to explain

He was trying to be very sensitive about the case while investigating

I told him about what I saw earlier at the Jamaica Pegasus Station

Then ended our conversation on the SDA plans for a home in Clarendon           

 

Saccsha Ebanks called at around 4:20 and said she spoke in grace

To Mrs. Perkins, the administrator who said there was space

I could not take the contact number for Mrs. Perkins

Because my hands were dirty from seasoning the chickens

 

We are now watching and waiting to see the outcome of the case

Mothers, fathers, social workers, teachers, judges, and advocates

How long will it take to place him in a child-friendly institution?

One that respects his fundamental rights and his universal freedoms

 

That is the story I heard yesterday at the Pegasus and on TV

The story of a teenage boy who lived on the streets with three

For thirty-one days after he told his story to all the powers that be

He slept on cardboard and Red Cross blanket in the park at Marverly

_____________________________________________________

Here endeth Part One of Antonio Thompson’s story. May the power and the Peace of God be with us all and give us the strenght to continue on. Amen!

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 30

The YMCA and the Possibility Programme

I called the YMCA yesterday (Thursday, November 19th) hoping to speak to Sarah but she was out on duty travel. The lady who answered the telephone gave me the telephone number for the Possibility Programme and told me that Mrs. Perkins is the administrator there. I called the number but the telephone rang without an answer.

Later on in the day I called Tamian. He told me that he would be taking Antonio over to the Possibility Programme to get him registered and that he is hoping that they will admit him. Tamian mentioned to me that Antonio called him  yesterday.

Tamian will be up very early this morning. He has to go and pick up Antonio and take him over to the Possibility Programme before noon as he will be away for a while.

 

The Child Development Agency and the Office of the Children’s Advocate

I have not heard a word from the Child Development Agency or the Office of the Children’s Advocate regarding Antonio and the other boys.

 

The Interview

Yesterday I had an interview for a contract to protect and promote  the rights of children and adolescents in Jamaica…talk about the alignment of the Universe and the “law of attraction!” Or, is it just a mere coincidence? God knows the reason for this interview at this time…I will not question that. 

 

Is blogging all that you do?

No. I am a pretty decent wife and mother who decided to do something to assist one young man who needed support to help another. I decided to act instead of sit in my little corner and complain.

What are you doing?

Is that enough?

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 29

I left a message for Mr. Courtney Berry, Investigation Officer at the Office of the Child Advocate on Wednesday, November 18th, 2009. I would like to know if he met Antonio.  

Tamian said he is making arrangements for Antonio to get into Possibility Programme. Maybe I should give Sarah a call. 

I will also call Tamian later.

I really need to visit Antonio…maybe after 12 noon today (Thursday).  

 

TVJ’s “All Angles”

I watched the “All Angles” show last night and I must say that I was not shocked with the reports given by the ex-ward of Armadale because similar reports/testimonies were given at the Inquiry. What a “Hell Hole” it must have been in that place for those girls.

Tamian is right. If children are going to be removed by the State from their homes, then they should be placed in better living conditions than what they are leaving behind at home. What are we doing to our children?

 

Christmas

Christmas is ’round the corner…and I am not in the mood for all this madness.    

 

 

Antonio Thompson: Day 28

Please pass around the news to everyone you know.  

Guest: Tamian Beckford

On TVJ’s   “All Angles” show

Tonight (Wednesday, November 18, 2009) at 9:00 pm. 

Let us all support Tamian as he advocates on behalf of children in institutional care and street children. 

Please remember to keep Antonio, the other boys, the entire Jerusalem community and Jamaica in your prayers.

Allison is reminding us to be consistent in our efforts.

Bethany recognises our courage.

Jennifer appreciates those simple acts of love. 

Blessings!