I've always shied away from funerals because I don't ever know exactly how to show my sympathy for those who have lost their loved ones. When I heard about Jordan's funeral I immediately said to myself that I would not attend his funeral due to the sadness that I would have to deal with. However, when I was asked by family members of Jordan to read my poem at his funeral I couldn't say no. I felt like this was a way to show them just how inspirational he was to not just me but the entire Jamaica. In the days leading up to the funeral I was a bit conflicted wondering if I would be able to hold my nerves or whether or not I would be overcome by sadness. When I arrived at the funeral location all sense of nervousness and sadness went away. I saw faces that were simply in awe of the young man who was Jordan Foote, I saw determination in the eyes of his friends but sadness of course lingered closely by. For anyone who went to pay their final respects to Jordan it was a

Tribute to  Jordan Foote By:Saccheen Laing He sits on  the sidelines With determination in his eyes Wanting to touch the ball once more and lift his team to victory His mind is fixed on the ball but his body is failing In the midst of his pain his eyes remain on the ball Skillfully maneuvering the obstacles he flashes a bright smile “I will be back on the pitch in a little while” Cancer clouds tried to block his vision But even when he lost his most valuable tool he still would sit on the pitch  with eyes fixed on the ball I remember being motivated as he took over my television screen The odds against him he still had the will to win The entire nation stood behind  him and cheered him on The clouds grew thicker and cancer would claim the one who captivated us all Even as his eyes have closed his soul is still fixed on the ball Jordan is an inspiration to us all! His body has failed him but his soul is still here to remind us To never give up an

We all have these plans for what we want to do next week,the months to come or even in a couple years. The sad thing about it is, we don't even know what will reach us or even if we will live to see the end of the day. We ourselves may have a good heart and would never think to bring harm to another human being but there are others around us who think of evil every single day and have not even an ounce of love within them. We never know when we will come across people like this because most of the times they blend in with society and pretend to be at one with each and everyone of us. What we do have control over is our very own actions and how we react in the face of hatred. With each and everyday we are left to wonder if there is any love really left in this world. Everyone is fighting for a cause but that fight leads to more anger more than love and unity. Is there any hope still left in this world? Our youth have lost the meaning of love and even respect for the spiritu