The trip back to the states was uneventful. My suitcase was the first one off the belt, so I didn't have any worries about it being lost this time.
It is a little strange being in the US. In some moments I feel like I never left. Other times I feel like a stranger here. At first it was hard to speak English because I am so used to Spanish now, but as of today I think I have gotten over that.
I still, however, keep forgetting that in the US we flush our TP.
Happy to be in the states, but I do miss the kids. Trying to enjoy every moment here because I know time here will pass quickly.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
On Haitus
I probably won't blog much over the next few weeks.
My 90 days is up, so in order to avoid problems with immigration, I have to go back to the states and get my passport stamped. Plus I'll go camping with my brother and his family at our annual retreat to the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Then I'll head to Salt Lake to get all of my stuff out of storage and sell what I can. From there I'll go to Colorado to spend time with my Mother and celebrate the 4th of July with my nephews! In Colorado I'll sell my car so I'll be able to buy a car when I get back to Honduras.
I'm excited to spend time with friends and family, but already eager to get back here (although I haven't left yet). I miss the kids already!
You can expect consistent posts again after I return.
My 90 days is up, so in order to avoid problems with immigration, I have to go back to the states and get my passport stamped. Plus I'll go camping with my brother and his family at our annual retreat to the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. Then I'll head to Salt Lake to get all of my stuff out of storage and sell what I can. From there I'll go to Colorado to spend time with my Mother and celebrate the 4th of July with my nephews! In Colorado I'll sell my car so I'll be able to buy a car when I get back to Honduras.
I'm excited to spend time with friends and family, but already eager to get back here (although I haven't left yet). I miss the kids already!
You can expect consistent posts again after I return.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Letter sent to my Mailing List
Yesterday my mind and my heart joined together to allow me to fully comprehend that I am now officially a MISSIONARY IN HONDURAS! It was an incredible experience. Although I have been living and enjoying this lifestyle for several months, it took until now for me to internalize everything. I guess when you make big changes, like becoming a missionary and moving to Honduras, sometimes it can take a while to really sink in.
I see everything in a whole new light. I am overcome with joy and tranquility that God has often shown me recently. I look around and really feel at home. Honduras is not just the place where I am staying, it is the place I where I am. This is hard to describe in words. My heart is full of happiness and God's love. It overwhelmed my mind yesterday. Physically I felt like my heart could burst from all of the joy and peace and love inside.
Stepping forward in faith with the commitment to live here has freed me to experience life in a new way. I am able to open my heart and love more deeply, without fear of having to leave the people I care about so much. I didn't realize how much I had been holding back. Relationships with the people here are growing in ways I never expected. It is absolutely beautiful.
Stepping forward in faith has also freed my mind of worry. It allows room for me to think about other things. I can now to see myself as a part of this community, not just a visitor from the outside.
Thursday I will go back to the states to empty out my storage unit, sell my car and say goodbye to everyone. I am excited to see everyone in the states, but I am also excited to come back here and really LIVE as God wants me to. I have been appreciating and enjoying each day here, but now that I see things in a new light, there is even more room for God to work through me. I am so excited to see His plans unfold!
As far as finances go, many people stepped forward with financial support since my last email. To those who increased your donations, thank you. Thank you to those who donated for the first time. A special thank you to those of you who took your own step of faith by supporting me although we have never met. Thank you to everyone who is supporting me and the people of Honduras in prayer. Thanks to those of you who read my blog as well. MLFHonduras.blogspot.com
I am still about $200 short of the minimum monthly goal. Currently I have definite plans to live in Honduras until at least Christmas. If it is God's will, I will return to live in Honduras after Christmas, but I do need to be fully funded in monthly donations. If you are still considering sponsorship, I need your help! Here's the link:
www.WorldOutreach.org/donations Just click on my name (Fager, Mary Lynn)
I will be in Salt Lake at K2 on July 1st. If you would like to meet between or after services, please contact me. I'd love to say hello!
This journey keeps getting better! Thank you for joining me.
(If you are not on my mailing list and would like to be, just give me your contact info!)
I see everything in a whole new light. I am overcome with joy and tranquility that God has often shown me recently. I look around and really feel at home. Honduras is not just the place where I am staying, it is the place I where I am. This is hard to describe in words. My heart is full of happiness and God's love. It overwhelmed my mind yesterday. Physically I felt like my heart could burst from all of the joy and peace and love inside.
Stepping forward in faith with the commitment to live here has freed me to experience life in a new way. I am able to open my heart and love more deeply, without fear of having to leave the people I care about so much. I didn't realize how much I had been holding back. Relationships with the people here are growing in ways I never expected. It is absolutely beautiful.
Stepping forward in faith has also freed my mind of worry. It allows room for me to think about other things. I can now to see myself as a part of this community, not just a visitor from the outside.
Thursday I will go back to the states to empty out my storage unit, sell my car and say goodbye to everyone. I am excited to see everyone in the states, but I am also excited to come back here and really LIVE as God wants me to. I have been appreciating and enjoying each day here, but now that I see things in a new light, there is even more room for God to work through me. I am so excited to see His plans unfold!
As far as finances go, many people stepped forward with financial support since my last email. To those who increased your donations, thank you. Thank you to those who donated for the first time. A special thank you to those of you who took your own step of faith by supporting me although we have never met. Thank you to everyone who is supporting me and the people of Honduras in prayer. Thanks to those of you who read my blog as well. MLFHonduras.blogspot.com
I am still about $200 short of the minimum monthly goal. Currently I have definite plans to live in Honduras until at least Christmas. If it is God's will, I will return to live in Honduras after Christmas, but I do need to be fully funded in monthly donations. If you are still considering sponsorship, I need your help! Here's the link:
www.WorldOutreach.org/donations Just click on my name (Fager, Mary Lynn)
I will be in Salt Lake at K2 on July 1st. If you would like to meet between or after services, please contact me. I'd love to say hello!
This journey keeps getting better! Thank you for joining me.
(If you are not on my mailing list and would like to be, just give me your contact info!)
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Awesome Weekend!
The past 48 hours have been really amazing!
A group of jovenes (teens) from the city were invited to spend the night in La Tigra and attend a presentation Saturday morning about La Tigra and environmental conservation. I was asked to go along to chaperone the girls and gladly accepted the invitation. La Tigra is one of my favorite places on earth. It is a beautiful rain forest and part of a National Park. We met at the church - me with all of my gringa camping gear and the girls with little bags like what my mother would use to carry library books.
Although we waited 40 minutes, soon after we left Walter got a phone call that more kids had arrived at the church. We pulled over on the side of the road and they drove to meet us. Then, with six kids in tow, we headed up the mountain. We arrived at the church in La Tigra to find the Honduras-Panama fútbol game projected on the wall like a big screen with huge speakers to give the full effect. About 30 local people were gathered to watch the game.
One of the mothers had made me promise to take care of her daughter as though she were my own, so I felt terrible when she said she felt sick to her stomach. I had no medicine and could only offer to sit outside with her in the fresh air. When it became apparent that Honduras was not going to win, more teens came outside and began to their own game of fútbol. Soon Estephany felt well enough to play. From that point on, she played fútbol unless she was sleeping or eating.
We were treated like royalty, with tents already set up and mattresses inside. There was also wood stacked in perfect square over square, with pine needles between each layer, for a huge bonfire. Next time I'll know to bring S'mores! Even the stars put on an amazing show for us. The city kids laid down and tried to guess how many stars were in the sky, all of them commenting over and over about how beautiful it is in La Tigra. What an honor, to share that experience with them.
Finally it started getting chilly, so we started the bonfire and warmed up. By that point we were tired and ready for bed. Fabiola forgot her blanket. She was going to share with Estephany and me, but got frustrated when Estaphany told her to keep her ice cold feet to herself. Then she moved into the other tent with Lolita and Kebelin and we could hear them complaining about her cold feet too. After a few minutes of giggling, everyone was sound asleep. The sun rises here before 6 a.m., but we slept until 8. I was very happy about that.
Breakfast was pancakes on the grill outside. The girls swore they could each eat four. I should have known better than to listen to them after watching their skinny teenaged legs running around the night before playing soccer. They are all in that in between stage, where they haven't grown into their long legs yet. Anyway, they barely ate 3 each. I pretended to scold them, but really I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't have made all of that food. So we gave the extras to some local people who were cleaning up the area before the presentation. At least none of it went to waste in the end. For the rest of the day we joked about never wanting to eat another pancake for the rest of our lives.
The girls suggested we go for a hike, and if you know me, you know I was thrilled with that idea. I had told them I was baptized in the river nearby, so they asked if I would show them where I was baptized. What an amazing honor and blessing, to be able to show the young girls where I was baptized! We walked down, or in some cases slid, because none of us had appropriate shoes. It was a beautiful hike. Each time we came to a small clearing they would ask, "Is this it?" and I would say, "No, it is better than this."
Finally we got to the place where I was baptized. THEY LOVED IT! After taking a look they decided they wanted to go for a swim, so they jumped in. I felt horrible because I had to make them leave too soon. It was time for the speaker to begin as we started to climb back up the mountain. But they had been enjoying themselves so much I couldn't rob them of that moment. They were good sports about having to leave so quickly.
We got back just in time to take a seat and the presentation began. Walter called me over to ask why the floor was wet under Kebelin's chair. I don't know what he thought, but I explained she had been swimming, so her hair was wet and dripping. Oops!
They listened intently to the speaker. I was so proud of them when they contributed by talking about how we had just been hiking and picked up the garbage we found. (I expected them to complain when I asked them to collect garbage on the way back, but they made a game to see who could collect the most.) They told the speaker that if we work as a team we can help keep La Tigra clean!
After the presentation they begged to go hiking again, but it was time for lunch. Lunch was two hotdogs topped with piles of onion, chiles, relish and other condiments. I knew my belly could only hold one, but everyone else struggled to finish two. Wasting food here is not acceptable. With full bellies we waited for a ride back to the city. We took some more pictures, Estephany played fútbol, and the rest of us rested in the tents.
After a brief downpour, in which we discovered the tents all leak, we packed everything up and headed back to the city. It was a really great time.
Karla was at the church, waiting for me. We were three hours late getting home, but nobody seemed to notice. This was the start of part two of my awesome weekend.
We washed Karla's car in the rain, then went to pick up Jose from his college. (He even had a class at 9 a.m. on Sunday!) After picking up Jose they were starving, so we had a big dinner. Karla is known for her cooking, which is funny because her whole family is so thin. I was NOT hungry, but ate anyway, just because the food was good. Then we unplugged a clogged drain with a wet vac - never heard of doing it that way before, but it worked! Afterward, I did two loads of laundry in the washer and dryer. Now my tank tops are no longer stretched out around the bottom, my towel is not scratchy and my blankets don't smell like wet dog. Life is good!
We sat out on the porch and listened to the frogs. We talked about important stuff. I love spending time with Karla and Jose. They treat me like family. And we don't waste time with small talk. Then Karla found a show on tv that has been on since she was a child. She was excited to share it with me and tell me about the ways it has changed over the years. When it was over we watched some more fútbol until I got tired and told everyone good night.
This morning we went to church. Jairo was not there, but it was still a great message. It was about remembering to go to God with everything, not just when you are sad or have problems, but also when you are happy.
I realized as I sat there that I had been dreading this day for a long time. Because I never believed this day would happen the way that it did. In my mind I imagined that on the last Sunday before my flight back to the states I would be horribly sad and heart broken. I thought I would be saying good bye to everyone, maybe for the last time. I pictured this day to be a horrible, painful day. But instead, this is the day that my mind and my heart finally came to terms with the fact that I am going to live in Honduras. It was a process that happened step by step, throughout the day. In church I started crying as I explained to Jose that I had been dreading this day, because I hadn't dared to hope that I would stay here. I didn't want to get my hopes up because I thought it would hurt more when I had to leave. Then I told Karla how this day was so much different from what I had expected. It felt like a celebration. God is allowing me to stay in Honduras!
After church I promised the kids I would be back in a few weeks. I got a special hug from my buddy Christian (Conejo). He has outgrown our days of being side by side, but he still makes sure to grab me in a big hug from behind and make me guess who it is every once in a while. I spun him around and held on to him. I love that boy. He has been struggling lately and I'm not sure why. Don Juan will figure it out. I'm guessing family problems.
After church Leonor (my landlord, and now my friend) and I went to lunch, then hung out at the mall. We looked for a bible for Marlin - one that is especially easy to read. One of the stores ended up ordering it for us. Then we sat down and had coffee to pass time until the gringo church. God was definitely guiding our conversation because she is struggling with something I had direct experience with, so we made a plan to work on that together. I don't think I can really help, but at least I can provide some insight.
Gringo church was nice. She said she really liked it. She knew a lot of people there, because they are all teachers at her daughters' school. At the Gringo church I learned that today is missions Sunday. I didn't even realize that was this week. How appropriate for me to finally feel like a real missionary on missions Sunday!
After church she dropped me off and I walked into my house for the first time since Friday afternoon. It was the best feeling of coming home. I walked in, looked around and had a true sense of being at home, not just at the place where I am staying, but my home. There is a difference.
That was my awesome weekend.
A group of jovenes (teens) from the city were invited to spend the night in La Tigra and attend a presentation Saturday morning about La Tigra and environmental conservation. I was asked to go along to chaperone the girls and gladly accepted the invitation. La Tigra is one of my favorite places on earth. It is a beautiful rain forest and part of a National Park. We met at the church - me with all of my gringa camping gear and the girls with little bags like what my mother would use to carry library books.
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| Lolita, Estephany, Kebelin, Fabiola |
Although we waited 40 minutes, soon after we left Walter got a phone call that more kids had arrived at the church. We pulled over on the side of the road and they drove to meet us. Then, with six kids in tow, we headed up the mountain. We arrived at the church in La Tigra to find the Honduras-Panama fútbol game projected on the wall like a big screen with huge speakers to give the full effect. About 30 local people were gathered to watch the game.
One of the mothers had made me promise to take care of her daughter as though she were my own, so I felt terrible when she said she felt sick to her stomach. I had no medicine and could only offer to sit outside with her in the fresh air. When it became apparent that Honduras was not going to win, more teens came outside and began to their own game of fútbol. Soon Estephany felt well enough to play. From that point on, she played fútbol unless she was sleeping or eating.
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| Fabiola and Estephany playing fútbol with two local boys |
We were treated like royalty, with tents already set up and mattresses inside. There was also wood stacked in perfect square over square, with pine needles between each layer, for a huge bonfire. Next time I'll know to bring S'mores! Even the stars put on an amazing show for us. The city kids laid down and tried to guess how many stars were in the sky, all of them commenting over and over about how beautiful it is in La Tigra. What an honor, to share that experience with them.
Finally it started getting chilly, so we started the bonfire and warmed up. By that point we were tired and ready for bed. Fabiola forgot her blanket. She was going to share with Estephany and me, but got frustrated when Estaphany told her to keep her ice cold feet to herself. Then she moved into the other tent with Lolita and Kebelin and we could hear them complaining about her cold feet too. After a few minutes of giggling, everyone was sound asleep. The sun rises here before 6 a.m., but we slept until 8. I was very happy about that.
Breakfast was pancakes on the grill outside. The girls swore they could each eat four. I should have known better than to listen to them after watching their skinny teenaged legs running around the night before playing soccer. They are all in that in between stage, where they haven't grown into their long legs yet. Anyway, they barely ate 3 each. I pretended to scold them, but really I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't have made all of that food. So we gave the extras to some local people who were cleaning up the area before the presentation. At least none of it went to waste in the end. For the rest of the day we joked about never wanting to eat another pancake for the rest of our lives.
The girls suggested we go for a hike, and if you know me, you know I was thrilled with that idea. I had told them I was baptized in the river nearby, so they asked if I would show them where I was baptized. What an amazing honor and blessing, to be able to show the young girls where I was baptized! We walked down, or in some cases slid, because none of us had appropriate shoes. It was a beautiful hike. Each time we came to a small clearing they would ask, "Is this it?" and I would say, "No, it is better than this."
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| Lolita, Kebelin, Estephany and Fabiola on the hike |
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| Kebelin on part of the ropes course |
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| Rainforest |
Finally we got to the place where I was baptized. THEY LOVED IT! After taking a look they decided they wanted to go for a swim, so they jumped in. I felt horrible because I had to make them leave too soon. It was time for the speaker to begin as we started to climb back up the mountain. But they had been enjoying themselves so much I couldn't rob them of that moment. They were good sports about having to leave so quickly.
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| Place I was baptized |
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| Fabiola in the waterfall |
We got back just in time to take a seat and the presentation began. Walter called me over to ask why the floor was wet under Kebelin's chair. I don't know what he thought, but I explained she had been swimming, so her hair was wet and dripping. Oops!
They listened intently to the speaker. I was so proud of them when they contributed by talking about how we had just been hiking and picked up the garbage we found. (I expected them to complain when I asked them to collect garbage on the way back, but they made a game to see who could collect the most.) They told the speaker that if we work as a team we can help keep La Tigra clean!
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| Parque Nacional "La Tigra" |
After the presentation they begged to go hiking again, but it was time for lunch. Lunch was two hotdogs topped with piles of onion, chiles, relish and other condiments. I knew my belly could only hold one, but everyone else struggled to finish two. Wasting food here is not acceptable. With full bellies we waited for a ride back to the city. We took some more pictures, Estephany played fútbol, and the rest of us rested in the tents.
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| Lolita, Fabiola, Kebelin with full bellies |
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| Estephany, Kebelin, Lolita, me, Fabiola |
After a brief downpour, in which we discovered the tents all leak, we packed everything up and headed back to the city. It was a really great time.
Karla was at the church, waiting for me. We were three hours late getting home, but nobody seemed to notice. This was the start of part two of my awesome weekend.
We washed Karla's car in the rain, then went to pick up Jose from his college. (He even had a class at 9 a.m. on Sunday!) After picking up Jose they were starving, so we had a big dinner. Karla is known for her cooking, which is funny because her whole family is so thin. I was NOT hungry, but ate anyway, just because the food was good. Then we unplugged a clogged drain with a wet vac - never heard of doing it that way before, but it worked! Afterward, I did two loads of laundry in the washer and dryer. Now my tank tops are no longer stretched out around the bottom, my towel is not scratchy and my blankets don't smell like wet dog. Life is good!
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| Karla's Kitchen |
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| Living Room at Karla and Jose's house - door on left leads to outside patio |
We sat out on the porch and listened to the frogs. We talked about important stuff. I love spending time with Karla and Jose. They treat me like family. And we don't waste time with small talk. Then Karla found a show on tv that has been on since she was a child. She was excited to share it with me and tell me about the ways it has changed over the years. When it was over we watched some more fútbol until I got tired and told everyone good night.
This morning we went to church. Jairo was not there, but it was still a great message. It was about remembering to go to God with everything, not just when you are sad or have problems, but also when you are happy.
I realized as I sat there that I had been dreading this day for a long time. Because I never believed this day would happen the way that it did. In my mind I imagined that on the last Sunday before my flight back to the states I would be horribly sad and heart broken. I thought I would be saying good bye to everyone, maybe for the last time. I pictured this day to be a horrible, painful day. But instead, this is the day that my mind and my heart finally came to terms with the fact that I am going to live in Honduras. It was a process that happened step by step, throughout the day. In church I started crying as I explained to Jose that I had been dreading this day, because I hadn't dared to hope that I would stay here. I didn't want to get my hopes up because I thought it would hurt more when I had to leave. Then I told Karla how this day was so much different from what I had expected. It felt like a celebration. God is allowing me to stay in Honduras!
After church I promised the kids I would be back in a few weeks. I got a special hug from my buddy Christian (Conejo). He has outgrown our days of being side by side, but he still makes sure to grab me in a big hug from behind and make me guess who it is every once in a while. I spun him around and held on to him. I love that boy. He has been struggling lately and I'm not sure why. Don Juan will figure it out. I'm guessing family problems.
After church Leonor (my landlord, and now my friend) and I went to lunch, then hung out at the mall. We looked for a bible for Marlin - one that is especially easy to read. One of the stores ended up ordering it for us. Then we sat down and had coffee to pass time until the gringo church. God was definitely guiding our conversation because she is struggling with something I had direct experience with, so we made a plan to work on that together. I don't think I can really help, but at least I can provide some insight.
Gringo church was nice. She said she really liked it. She knew a lot of people there, because they are all teachers at her daughters' school. At the Gringo church I learned that today is missions Sunday. I didn't even realize that was this week. How appropriate for me to finally feel like a real missionary on missions Sunday!
After church she dropped me off and I walked into my house for the first time since Friday afternoon. It was the best feeling of coming home. I walked in, looked around and had a true sense of being at home, not just at the place where I am staying, but my home. There is a difference.
That was my awesome weekend.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Everything is great, but my blogger is busted
I've been trying to blog for a few days now - lots of fun and exciting things, but my blogging system seems to be messed up. Probably won't have time to fix it until next week. Have a busy weekend ahead. Just know that all is well, the kids are great, Lourdes and Jairo left for the states today. I have been having a blast and have lots of cool things set up for the weekend. My rash seems to be going away. It doesn't itch at all anymore.
More later, when I can figure out how to make this new system work.
More later, when I can figure out how to make this new system work.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
I am allergic to Honduras!
After days of driving myself insane with a rash, which spread from my head to my knees, I got to see the doctor today. Do I need to tell you what happened? It suddenly improved - to the point that I was glad his daughter had seen it yesterday and I had photos for proof of how bad it was. Most of me was happy to have it going away, but part of me is afraid it will come back at any moment and I still won't know what caused it. So I pulled out the photos and showed him the gory details. At that point he was able to determine that I am allergic to humidity. Makes sense. All at the same time the rainy season came and I started running, so my skin has definitely been more moist lately. I guess my skin must have felt a little overwhelmed and decided to show me it was NOT happy.
Now I realize I have had this rash twice before. Both times when I was spending more time up in El Hatillo and La Tigra - the rainforest. At this point I only have one spot that is still itchy so I am very content. The rest are fading away so quickly it is amazing! Just since this morning the improvement is remarkable.
My Dr in the states sent me here armed with several different meds. I've been taking them all. When I saw the Dr today I laid them all out on the table. He set three aside and told me not to use them, but showed me the one that had helped and others that were good pain relievers. He will come back to see me on Thursday to make sure I am fully healed. I think I will be. Oh! It feels so good to go to bed tonight knowing that I'm not sleeping in bed bugs or allergic to my sheets and my clothes! Just need to stay dry.
Marlin had pancakes all ready when we arrived today. I was still not feeling very strong (he said the weakness means I have a strong allergic reaction), but finally roday I found something that sounded appealing - yogurt! So Jairo and I bought a ton of it. I already ate almost all.
Lorenzo and I have a new special bond. I'm not sure why. He has decided that he needs lots of long hugs from me, which is absolutely fine with me. In fact I love it! I have a strong feeling he doesn't get hugs outside of the church. I asked him how old he is today. He comes up to the top of my leg and he is 8 years old. Tragic.
Junior also showed up today. He is two. Lourdes pointed out how much weight he has lost, just in the time I have known him. His family is very dysfunctional and can't pull it together enough to get him to the church so he can get some food in his belly. It is distended and his legs are skinny. Very sad to see. But he sure is a high spirited boy. Seems like he has no idea that he is so young. He tries to take charge of everything and doesn't let anyone get in his way. Today he decided it would be fun to throw toys at a much older boy, and then have the boy throw toys at him. I stopped the marvelous game before anyone was hurt, and then looked outside to see them throwing toys into the rafters, trying to get them to hang there. Lourdes gave them a stern talking to before we prayed today about throwing toys in the church.
Today was Lourdes' last day at the breakfast program before she leaves for a trip with her family to the states. I'll have lots of help, with Marlin and Walter and the teen aged girls, so I'm not worried.
Tomorrow, however, Walter, Jairo, and Ethel (the leader of the Elders), are invited to a meeting at the President's house! It is about how to solve the gang problems. Jairo seems to be looking forward to it.
Josselyn and I got to hang out for a while as her father was meeting with Walter and Ethel. She is about to finish another term of college and continues to work hard and enjoy school. We ordered books from Amazon today. Amazon doesn't deliver to Honduras, so they are all being sent to a good friend in the states. Joss is very excited to get her books. She wasn't expecting to be able to have them and has been trying to figure out a way since the first day I got here when I was reading one of them on my Kindle. She really wanted her own hard copy since she reads them over and over. We did some shopping and she was worried about the cost so I told her I would buy her a book as a birthday present, even though her birthday is still months away. Her family does so much for me, I really wouldn't mind paying for all of the books, but I don't know if her father would appreciate that.
I paid my first bill today! That was exciting and made me feel like I really live here. The electric bill gets stuck with masking tape on your front gate and you gave to take this little thing, smaller than a grocery receipt, and pay it at the bank. Bank lines are always very long, but since there is no postal system here, that is how you receive and pay your bills.
Last night I was thinking about how much I had looked forward to seeing Karla and Jose, but in reality I haven't spent much time with them. They are so busy with work and college and their kids that I fully understand, but I still wish I could see them more often than a quick hello after church. Tonight Karla called and invited me to come spend the weekend at their house. I eagerly accepted the invitation. Maybe we can go to the mercado and buy fresh fruits, veggies, cheese and meat from local vendors, like we used to when I lived here before. I love the mercado and have not been able to go at all yet. It is like a giant farmers market with meat hanging from hooks and fish lying on tables and fruits and veggies you have never seen before. Heaven! I remember buying so many veggies we covered a table big enough to seat 8 ppl and we only spent $14 US dollars. That place is awesome!
I had another new experience today. I had to pay two months' rent, since I won't be here in the beginning of July, plus a few other bills, so I went to the ATM and had to take out 20,000 Limpiras. That feels a little scary. I kept doing the math over and over in my head, worried that I was going to bankrupt my account. Ended up the machine would only give me 10,000 Limps at a time, but it still felt odd pushing those big numbers into the machine. Since my landlord is moving I will get her washing machine. When I get back from the states, I will have a washer! That is very exciting to me. She is not getting rid of her dryer, unfortunately. But the rainy season will end some day. Then my rash will go away and drying clothes on the line won't be quite so challenging. In the meantime I do love thunderstorms ~
Now I realize I have had this rash twice before. Both times when I was spending more time up in El Hatillo and La Tigra - the rainforest. At this point I only have one spot that is still itchy so I am very content. The rest are fading away so quickly it is amazing! Just since this morning the improvement is remarkable.
My Dr in the states sent me here armed with several different meds. I've been taking them all. When I saw the Dr today I laid them all out on the table. He set three aside and told me not to use them, but showed me the one that had helped and others that were good pain relievers. He will come back to see me on Thursday to make sure I am fully healed. I think I will be. Oh! It feels so good to go to bed tonight knowing that I'm not sleeping in bed bugs or allergic to my sheets and my clothes! Just need to stay dry.
Marlin had pancakes all ready when we arrived today. I was still not feeling very strong (he said the weakness means I have a strong allergic reaction), but finally roday I found something that sounded appealing - yogurt! So Jairo and I bought a ton of it. I already ate almost all.
Lorenzo and I have a new special bond. I'm not sure why. He has decided that he needs lots of long hugs from me, which is absolutely fine with me. In fact I love it! I have a strong feeling he doesn't get hugs outside of the church. I asked him how old he is today. He comes up to the top of my leg and he is 8 years old. Tragic.
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| Lourdes speaking with Lorenzo |
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| On the left of Lourdes, Lorenzo - age 8, on the right of Lourdes, Meylin - age 6 See how tiny he is? |
Junior also showed up today. He is two. Lourdes pointed out how much weight he has lost, just in the time I have known him. His family is very dysfunctional and can't pull it together enough to get him to the church so he can get some food in his belly. It is distended and his legs are skinny. Very sad to see. But he sure is a high spirited boy. Seems like he has no idea that he is so young. He tries to take charge of everything and doesn't let anyone get in his way. Today he decided it would be fun to throw toys at a much older boy, and then have the boy throw toys at him. I stopped the marvelous game before anyone was hurt, and then looked outside to see them throwing toys into the rafters, trying to get them to hang there. Lourdes gave them a stern talking to before we prayed today about throwing toys in the church.
Today was Lourdes' last day at the breakfast program before she leaves for a trip with her family to the states. I'll have lots of help, with Marlin and Walter and the teen aged girls, so I'm not worried.
Tomorrow, however, Walter, Jairo, and Ethel (the leader of the Elders), are invited to a meeting at the President's house! It is about how to solve the gang problems. Jairo seems to be looking forward to it.
Josselyn and I got to hang out for a while as her father was meeting with Walter and Ethel. She is about to finish another term of college and continues to work hard and enjoy school. We ordered books from Amazon today. Amazon doesn't deliver to Honduras, so they are all being sent to a good friend in the states. Joss is very excited to get her books. She wasn't expecting to be able to have them and has been trying to figure out a way since the first day I got here when I was reading one of them on my Kindle. She really wanted her own hard copy since she reads them over and over. We did some shopping and she was worried about the cost so I told her I would buy her a book as a birthday present, even though her birthday is still months away. Her family does so much for me, I really wouldn't mind paying for all of the books, but I don't know if her father would appreciate that.
I paid my first bill today! That was exciting and made me feel like I really live here. The electric bill gets stuck with masking tape on your front gate and you gave to take this little thing, smaller than a grocery receipt, and pay it at the bank. Bank lines are always very long, but since there is no postal system here, that is how you receive and pay your bills.
Last night I was thinking about how much I had looked forward to seeing Karla and Jose, but in reality I haven't spent much time with them. They are so busy with work and college and their kids that I fully understand, but I still wish I could see them more often than a quick hello after church. Tonight Karla called and invited me to come spend the weekend at their house. I eagerly accepted the invitation. Maybe we can go to the mercado and buy fresh fruits, veggies, cheese and meat from local vendors, like we used to when I lived here before. I love the mercado and have not been able to go at all yet. It is like a giant farmers market with meat hanging from hooks and fish lying on tables and fruits and veggies you have never seen before. Heaven! I remember buying so many veggies we covered a table big enough to seat 8 ppl and we only spent $14 US dollars. That place is awesome!
I had another new experience today. I had to pay two months' rent, since I won't be here in the beginning of July, plus a few other bills, so I went to the ATM and had to take out 20,000 Limpiras. That feels a little scary. I kept doing the math over and over in my head, worried that I was going to bankrupt my account. Ended up the machine would only give me 10,000 Limps at a time, but it still felt odd pushing those big numbers into the machine. Since my landlord is moving I will get her washing machine. When I get back from the states, I will have a washer! That is very exciting to me. She is not getting rid of her dryer, unfortunately. But the rainy season will end some day. Then my rash will go away and drying clothes on the line won't be quite so challenging. In the meantime I do love thunderstorms ~
Monday, June 4, 2012
I am a rock star!
Yesterday was a bad day. It was the first time I questioned if I really belong here and if I want to stay. I was up all night, itching and waiting for a phone call that never came. The Catholic Church across the street was singing until 4 am! Lourdes said it must have been a vigil of some sort. I still never tire of listening to them sing. Every hour I showered and applied more Caladryl. Nothing is helping with this rash. It continues to spread. It itches worst at night.
I finally fell asleep at 6am, then woke at 8:30 long enough to call Lourdes and tell her I am skipping church this week. They are having a big carne asada dinner after the service to raise money for the mens' conference. I feel so ugly and disgusting and itchy. I couldn't deal with putting on a happy face and going out in public. Ended up sleeping much of the day away. I was sad and homesick, counting the minutes until the day was over.
Jairo and Lourdes spent the day/evening with Jairo's sister, Rosario. Lourdes said she sees improvement, but Jairo sees none. They had me send pictures of my rash to the Dr who was there with her. I was so shaky, it was hard to take photos, but I sent them and he prescribed a cream. I did some research on line. It's an over the counter cream for dry skin. We confirmed that the Dr will be at the breakfast program tomorrow, so I will let him see it in person and see what he says.
Last night I slept much better but woke to find the rash has now spread downward to my knees! So basically my calves and feet don't itch. I knew it would be nice to get out of the house, stop thinking about things that are making me sad, and see the kids. When we pulled in the driveway about 20 little ones chased after the van to greet us and I immediately felt better. We have to ask them every day not to get too close to the van, but I must admit it feels good to be greeted with hugs before you even get out of the car. It's like being a famous rock start every morning! They even asked why I wasn't at church yesterday - they noticed my absence. That felt nice.
Aside from the fact that wearing clothes makes my itching worse, I had a really nice day. Lourdes explained to the kids that she will not be here starting on Wednesday. She told them that I will be in charge and they need to be respectful to me (which they really are) and they need to control themselves from cursing or hitting each other. She reminded them they have to leave when they are done, and there will be no tutoring or Doctor visits while she is gone. She also announced that I will be working with the preschoolers when I get back. I've always specialized in teens, so I'm going to have to research how to prepare these kids for school. I already know the kids I'll be working with, and I love them, so it will be fun.
Marlin already had all of the food prepared when we got there, so we went straight into prayer time. Today there were about 55 kids. There were a lot of times I wished I had my camera in hand. The kids were really cute. Bigger kids helped the little ones. They played well together and cheered each other on. I tried to help Marlin as much as I could, but it was difficult. I am weak today. It was hot in the kitchen and the heat was overwhelming. I kept thinking what a wimp I am. Marlin is fighting a cold and she worked hard without complaint. I kept stepping outside for a breath of fresh air. At the end of the day, she was scrubbing out dish towels so I went over and watched. I admitted that I am not good at scrubbing in the pila yet. She took the time to show me how to hold the towel, what part of my hand to use for scrubbing, and how to know when it is really clean. We stood at the pila, side by side, and scrubbed all of the towels. I liked that. It will take a while for me to be as efficient as Marlin is. She gave me a big hug at the end of the day. Lots of times Marlin and I communicate without words. She is a special friend.
When I got home, I showered again, lathered myself in Caladryl and took a nap. I haven't been taking Benedryl since last night, but I am still tired! This stupid rash is kicking my butt. I am trying hard not to complain about it, but I am not successful. I see so many others around me facing things much more difficult than a rash without complaint. I have room to grow in this area.
I finally fell asleep at 6am, then woke at 8:30 long enough to call Lourdes and tell her I am skipping church this week. They are having a big carne asada dinner after the service to raise money for the mens' conference. I feel so ugly and disgusting and itchy. I couldn't deal with putting on a happy face and going out in public. Ended up sleeping much of the day away. I was sad and homesick, counting the minutes until the day was over.
Jairo and Lourdes spent the day/evening with Jairo's sister, Rosario. Lourdes said she sees improvement, but Jairo sees none. They had me send pictures of my rash to the Dr who was there with her. I was so shaky, it was hard to take photos, but I sent them and he prescribed a cream. I did some research on line. It's an over the counter cream for dry skin. We confirmed that the Dr will be at the breakfast program tomorrow, so I will let him see it in person and see what he says.
Last night I slept much better but woke to find the rash has now spread downward to my knees! So basically my calves and feet don't itch. I knew it would be nice to get out of the house, stop thinking about things that are making me sad, and see the kids. When we pulled in the driveway about 20 little ones chased after the van to greet us and I immediately felt better. We have to ask them every day not to get too close to the van, but I must admit it feels good to be greeted with hugs before you even get out of the car. It's like being a famous rock start every morning! They even asked why I wasn't at church yesterday - they noticed my absence. That felt nice.
Aside from the fact that wearing clothes makes my itching worse, I had a really nice day. Lourdes explained to the kids that she will not be here starting on Wednesday. She told them that I will be in charge and they need to be respectful to me (which they really are) and they need to control themselves from cursing or hitting each other. She reminded them they have to leave when they are done, and there will be no tutoring or Doctor visits while she is gone. She also announced that I will be working with the preschoolers when I get back. I've always specialized in teens, so I'm going to have to research how to prepare these kids for school. I already know the kids I'll be working with, and I love them, so it will be fun.
Marlin already had all of the food prepared when we got there, so we went straight into prayer time. Today there were about 55 kids. There were a lot of times I wished I had my camera in hand. The kids were really cute. Bigger kids helped the little ones. They played well together and cheered each other on. I tried to help Marlin as much as I could, but it was difficult. I am weak today. It was hot in the kitchen and the heat was overwhelming. I kept thinking what a wimp I am. Marlin is fighting a cold and she worked hard without complaint. I kept stepping outside for a breath of fresh air. At the end of the day, she was scrubbing out dish towels so I went over and watched. I admitted that I am not good at scrubbing in the pila yet. She took the time to show me how to hold the towel, what part of my hand to use for scrubbing, and how to know when it is really clean. We stood at the pila, side by side, and scrubbed all of the towels. I liked that. It will take a while for me to be as efficient as Marlin is. She gave me a big hug at the end of the day. Lots of times Marlin and I communicate without words. She is a special friend.
When I got home, I showered again, lathered myself in Caladryl and took a nap. I haven't been taking Benedryl since last night, but I am still tired! This stupid rash is kicking my butt. I am trying hard not to complain about it, but I am not successful. I see so many others around me facing things much more difficult than a rash without complaint. I have room to grow in this area.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
No scabies or bed bugs
Well, the Dr never came and my rash is getting worse. It started on the underside of my left forearm, then went to my right shoulder. (I had the same thing on my right shoulder when I first got here, but it went away.) Now it is all over my neck and chest and spreading onto my stomach and left arm. It is as ugly as it is itchy - and it is VERY itchy. Good news is that somehow my face is mostly healed from it. Now if the rest of my body would catch up. I'm taking everything I can think of. Lots of Benedryl, started Cipro this morning in case it's bacterial, and various topical things like Caladryl and hydrocortizone. The hydrocortizone seems to do nothing.
At first we thought it was bed bugs. From the rash, it looks like it could be bed bugs. I've spent hours doing research on line. But there is not a bug in sight. I cleaned everything and sprayed everything and I'm still getting more spots. FRUSTRATING!
Finally got myself out of the Benedryl stupor this morning long enough to walk up to the farmacia. I noticed it was closed yesterday. Today the people at the pulperia told me the farmacia is permanently closed. Luckily my favorite taxista was right there, so he drove me to the nearest pharmacy, which happens to be inside the grocery store. I got more Benedryl and Caladryl, then picked up a few things to eat. I've been scared to eat because I don't know what is causing this, but standing in line at the pharmacy I realized I was weak and shaky, so I got a huge baguette.
I also got some Febreeze since my towel, which I washed a week ago, is still not dry. I've had to wash it at least 3 more times because it starts to smell musty before I can get it to dry. The Febreeze worked great on a comforter that Lourdes let me borrow. She felt terrible because it smells musty, but I told her I'd rather have a musty smell than sleep in blankets that could have bugs in them. My cousin, Carolyn, has been really helpful. We've been chatting on Facebook about how to deal with stuff like hand washing laundry and how to get rid of a rash. She is full of good advice. She went through a terrible time when she first got to Guatemala, where she serves in the Peace Corp. Her house and bed were infested with fleas. Between Carolyn and her friends, they've experienced every skin disease known to man, it seems. Another friend who was also in the Peace Corp suggested using Head and Shoulders shampoo as a body wash. Got some at the store today and it seems to work. Thanks Julia!
I also got Raid plug ins. I am wondering if I am allergic to bug bites. Or maybe laundry detergent, but that is doubtful because the worst parts of the rash don't have contact with my clothes (neck, forearms). Not sure what is causing this rash, but I it is NOT a pleasant experience.
Thursday night Jairo was asked to speak to a group of journalists about trauma. Since Alfredo Villatoro was kidnapped on his way to work at the radio station, then killed, many journalists worry that they could be next. The journalists were grateful to Jairo for coming and sharing his knowledge with them. (Jairo is not only a pastor, he is also a psychologist.) He said it was a very intense and special meeting. Many cried. He was happy that he could offer help. On Friday he already had four sessions with individual journalists who asked for therapy. There were more who still want to be seen. They tried to pay him, but Jairo said that he is doing this for his country. He said journalists play a big role in keeping the country safe by keeping people informed and he wanted to show the journalists his appreciation. He was really psyched to be able to serve the journalists and was thrilled with the way they received him. You wouldn't think that being a journalist could put your life in jeopardy, but in a country so corrupt they have every reason to be fearful.
So far there are six people implicated in the murder of Alfredo Villatoro. There are more involved who have not been named yet. One of the places where Alfredo Villatoro was held hostage was found this week. The case is still unraveling. I am happy they have made this much progress. In Honduras, 90% of all murder cases go unsolved according to CNN.
Friday was pupusas day at the breakfast program. Yummy! We had to cook an extra batch because so many kids showed up. We've been talking all week about the fact that we can't remember the last time we bathed Lorenzo and he does not shower at home. Therefore, when I heard screaming and wailing outside I was not surprised to see poor little Lorenzo, naked as a jaybird, with Don Jaun holding him in place and scrubbing him down. Lourdes went over and calmed Lorenzo down.
I have never seen a kid who hates bathing so much. I would love to know why he feels so strongly about washing. He seems so scared. Don Juan is as gentle as he can be, and they stay in an open space - they don't go into the bathroom. I keep wondering if Lorenzo has suffered trauma in the past with water, or while bathing. He goes crazy when we ask him to clean himself. I am sure Don Juan never expected that bathing little boys would be part of his job description when he started doing maintenance and security at the church. Don Juan loves the kids as much as any of us do. He watches over them carefully and can tell you a lot about each of them, like who needs new clothes, who doesn't eat at home, who has a violent family life. We are blessed to have Don Juan at the church.
After the bathing was over, I grabbed a towel and wrapped Lorenzo up in it. The towel wasn't very big but it covered his whole body, head to toe. He is so malnourished he is about the size of a four year old and I think he's about 9. I hugged him in the towel until Lourdes came over and dried him all off like only a mother can. When she saw the condition of Lorenzo's tee shirt for school she told him that she will send money with one of the older girls to buy a new shirt for him.
Watching Don Juan gently bathe that terrified little boy is an experience I will never forget. Add that to my "seriously disturbed" list.
Friday morning we also got news that Jairo's sister, Rosario, has organ failure. She has been fighting cancer. She told her family that she wants to die at home. Lourdes was worried about how Rosario would respond when her husband told her yesterday that it is time to leave the hospital and go home. I guess it went ok. She is home now. Lourdes went to pray with Rosario last night. I think Lourdes and Jairo are with her today. I am glad I got to meet Rosario on Mother's Day. She was certainly not well that day, but she was sitting up in bed and talked to us for a long time. Today Lourdes said she can't eat or drink water, but she was able to urinate a little bit, which is good. We are still praying boldly for a miracle, but we realize how sick she really is.
I have noticed a big change over the past week in my own prayer life. I noticed I pray more throughout the day and I have been really conscious about praying for people who ask me to pray for them. One friend at home was waiting for test results. I prayed for that person in every way I knew how. Another friend in NY has something going on with her family and I have been praying for her non-stop too. I think I've been doing a better job of being consistent and thorough in prayer. Seems like it is working too. The friend who was waiting for test results got word three days early that things are okay.
I'm working on logistical stuff for when I am in the states, like where my cat and I will stay. I haven't been thinking as much about what I am going to sell and whether I can find a cheap enough storage unit to keep my sofa and bed. I hope it will all fall into place when I get there.
This week I did a lot of writing for Lourdes and Jairo. They are very grateful that they can either dictate, or give me notes and I translate everything to English. They get a lot more done this way. We are working on scholarships for the boys in the private Christian School. I am also now the person most people from the states contact if they need to get a message to Lourdes and sometimes Jairo too.
Lourdes had a little bit more pain this week than last. She has not been exercising, but she has been resting well. Friday she did not feel good at all.
On the other hand I cannot put into words how excited the whole family feels about their trip to Salt Lake. They are, as my mother would say, thrilled to death. Wow, that is a stupid saying. Why would anyone want to be thrilled to death? Anyway, they are thrilled. They can't wait to see their K2 family and spend a lot of quality time with people. I love seeing them excited about things. It is great that they can get away as a family because around here they struggle to have family time together.
I am actually looking forward to going home. The first week I will spend with my brother and his family, camping at the bluegrass festival in Telluride. Then I'll head up to Salt lake to do whatever I am going to do with all of my stuff in storage. I'll head back to Colorado to see my mom and spend time with my family for the fourth of July. This will be the first time I've ever left Honduras without a broken heart. Usually I am so sad to leave this place behind, but this time I know I'll be coming back!
A good friend told me I need to be more descriptive when I talk about food. She's awfully smart, so I bet if she didn't understand there were others who didn't understand either. If you have any questions, please feel free ask. If you have any advice about rashes or how to get rid of everything you own, I'll take that too.
Thank you so much for reading my blog. I received a notice yesterday about my funding and saw that on the list of people who are supporting me financially, there are four people I have never met before! To me, that is amazing. One of my goals in coming to Honduras was to help make people in the US aware of what is going on here. I think that is actually happening!
Speaking of funding, I am very close to being funded at the minimum amount that I need to get by here. Once all the monthly donations are totaled, I should be about $200 short of my minimum goal. I have to sit down and write thank you emails when I am not so drugged up on Benedryl. It is hard to put into words how much I appreciate your help. In reality, I see it as you all investing in the future of these kids, and trusting me to help you do that. I love that you care about the kids so much. Thank you for every penny you have donated and every prayer you have sent up to God. Thank you for each time you have talked to someone about what is going on in Honduras.
I wish I could tell you more about that, but I have to be wise and stay safe here. I have noticed an increase in the amount of military people standing in groups on the sidewalks, as well as driving in trucks. This morning a truck full of men with guns pulled past my neighborhood. They were dressed in camouflage and the back of their truck said "PATROL". Some stand in the back of the truck and look ahead, others face behind. They seem to be more alert and ready for something. The private guards at my gate have stepped up security to a new level too. Today I saw them call to a man who had walked past them on the sidewalk. He pointed to the house he was going to visit, but they still asked him to walk back and leave his ID with them. I've never seen them stop anyone on foot before, just cars. He seemed a little annoyed but I am happy that people can't walk through my neighborhood without permission. Last Sunday they wouldn't let Jairo in. I had to go meet him on the corner. Both of us were okay with that.
The beautiful sunshine has gone away, and thunder is rumbling. Time for some rain. Everything is dry except my towel, so I'm all set.
If you are a praying type of person, please pray for the Sarmiento family. If you'd like you could pray that this stupid rash goes away! At least I've ruled out scabies and bedbugs.
At first we thought it was bed bugs. From the rash, it looks like it could be bed bugs. I've spent hours doing research on line. But there is not a bug in sight. I cleaned everything and sprayed everything and I'm still getting more spots. FRUSTRATING!
Finally got myself out of the Benedryl stupor this morning long enough to walk up to the farmacia. I noticed it was closed yesterday. Today the people at the pulperia told me the farmacia is permanently closed. Luckily my favorite taxista was right there, so he drove me to the nearest pharmacy, which happens to be inside the grocery store. I got more Benedryl and Caladryl, then picked up a few things to eat. I've been scared to eat because I don't know what is causing this, but standing in line at the pharmacy I realized I was weak and shaky, so I got a huge baguette.
I also got some Febreeze since my towel, which I washed a week ago, is still not dry. I've had to wash it at least 3 more times because it starts to smell musty before I can get it to dry. The Febreeze worked great on a comforter that Lourdes let me borrow. She felt terrible because it smells musty, but I told her I'd rather have a musty smell than sleep in blankets that could have bugs in them. My cousin, Carolyn, has been really helpful. We've been chatting on Facebook about how to deal with stuff like hand washing laundry and how to get rid of a rash. She is full of good advice. She went through a terrible time when she first got to Guatemala, where she serves in the Peace Corp. Her house and bed were infested with fleas. Between Carolyn and her friends, they've experienced every skin disease known to man, it seems. Another friend who was also in the Peace Corp suggested using Head and Shoulders shampoo as a body wash. Got some at the store today and it seems to work. Thanks Julia!
I also got Raid plug ins. I am wondering if I am allergic to bug bites. Or maybe laundry detergent, but that is doubtful because the worst parts of the rash don't have contact with my clothes (neck, forearms). Not sure what is causing this rash, but I it is NOT a pleasant experience.
Thursday night Jairo was asked to speak to a group of journalists about trauma. Since Alfredo Villatoro was kidnapped on his way to work at the radio station, then killed, many journalists worry that they could be next. The journalists were grateful to Jairo for coming and sharing his knowledge with them. (Jairo is not only a pastor, he is also a psychologist.) He said it was a very intense and special meeting. Many cried. He was happy that he could offer help. On Friday he already had four sessions with individual journalists who asked for therapy. There were more who still want to be seen. They tried to pay him, but Jairo said that he is doing this for his country. He said journalists play a big role in keeping the country safe by keeping people informed and he wanted to show the journalists his appreciation. He was really psyched to be able to serve the journalists and was thrilled with the way they received him. You wouldn't think that being a journalist could put your life in jeopardy, but in a country so corrupt they have every reason to be fearful.
So far there are six people implicated in the murder of Alfredo Villatoro. There are more involved who have not been named yet. One of the places where Alfredo Villatoro was held hostage was found this week. The case is still unraveling. I am happy they have made this much progress. In Honduras, 90% of all murder cases go unsolved according to CNN.
Friday was pupusas day at the breakfast program. Yummy! We had to cook an extra batch because so many kids showed up. We've been talking all week about the fact that we can't remember the last time we bathed Lorenzo and he does not shower at home. Therefore, when I heard screaming and wailing outside I was not surprised to see poor little Lorenzo, naked as a jaybird, with Don Jaun holding him in place and scrubbing him down. Lourdes went over and calmed Lorenzo down.
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| Lorenzo |
I have never seen a kid who hates bathing so much. I would love to know why he feels so strongly about washing. He seems so scared. Don Juan is as gentle as he can be, and they stay in an open space - they don't go into the bathroom. I keep wondering if Lorenzo has suffered trauma in the past with water, or while bathing. He goes crazy when we ask him to clean himself. I am sure Don Juan never expected that bathing little boys would be part of his job description when he started doing maintenance and security at the church. Don Juan loves the kids as much as any of us do. He watches over them carefully and can tell you a lot about each of them, like who needs new clothes, who doesn't eat at home, who has a violent family life. We are blessed to have Don Juan at the church.
After the bathing was over, I grabbed a towel and wrapped Lorenzo up in it. The towel wasn't very big but it covered his whole body, head to toe. He is so malnourished he is about the size of a four year old and I think he's about 9. I hugged him in the towel until Lourdes came over and dried him all off like only a mother can. When she saw the condition of Lorenzo's tee shirt for school she told him that she will send money with one of the older girls to buy a new shirt for him.
Watching Don Juan gently bathe that terrified little boy is an experience I will never forget. Add that to my "seriously disturbed" list.
Friday morning we also got news that Jairo's sister, Rosario, has organ failure. She has been fighting cancer. She told her family that she wants to die at home. Lourdes was worried about how Rosario would respond when her husband told her yesterday that it is time to leave the hospital and go home. I guess it went ok. She is home now. Lourdes went to pray with Rosario last night. I think Lourdes and Jairo are with her today. I am glad I got to meet Rosario on Mother's Day. She was certainly not well that day, but she was sitting up in bed and talked to us for a long time. Today Lourdes said she can't eat or drink water, but she was able to urinate a little bit, which is good. We are still praying boldly for a miracle, but we realize how sick she really is.
I have noticed a big change over the past week in my own prayer life. I noticed I pray more throughout the day and I have been really conscious about praying for people who ask me to pray for them. One friend at home was waiting for test results. I prayed for that person in every way I knew how. Another friend in NY has something going on with her family and I have been praying for her non-stop too. I think I've been doing a better job of being consistent and thorough in prayer. Seems like it is working too. The friend who was waiting for test results got word three days early that things are okay.
I'm working on logistical stuff for when I am in the states, like where my cat and I will stay. I haven't been thinking as much about what I am going to sell and whether I can find a cheap enough storage unit to keep my sofa and bed. I hope it will all fall into place when I get there.
This week I did a lot of writing for Lourdes and Jairo. They are very grateful that they can either dictate, or give me notes and I translate everything to English. They get a lot more done this way. We are working on scholarships for the boys in the private Christian School. I am also now the person most people from the states contact if they need to get a message to Lourdes and sometimes Jairo too.
Lourdes had a little bit more pain this week than last. She has not been exercising, but she has been resting well. Friday she did not feel good at all.
On the other hand I cannot put into words how excited the whole family feels about their trip to Salt Lake. They are, as my mother would say, thrilled to death. Wow, that is a stupid saying. Why would anyone want to be thrilled to death? Anyway, they are thrilled. They can't wait to see their K2 family and spend a lot of quality time with people. I love seeing them excited about things. It is great that they can get away as a family because around here they struggle to have family time together.
I am actually looking forward to going home. The first week I will spend with my brother and his family, camping at the bluegrass festival in Telluride. Then I'll head up to Salt lake to do whatever I am going to do with all of my stuff in storage. I'll head back to Colorado to see my mom and spend time with my family for the fourth of July. This will be the first time I've ever left Honduras without a broken heart. Usually I am so sad to leave this place behind, but this time I know I'll be coming back!
A good friend told me I need to be more descriptive when I talk about food. She's awfully smart, so I bet if she didn't understand there were others who didn't understand either. If you have any questions, please feel free ask. If you have any advice about rashes or how to get rid of everything you own, I'll take that too.
Thank you so much for reading my blog. I received a notice yesterday about my funding and saw that on the list of people who are supporting me financially, there are four people I have never met before! To me, that is amazing. One of my goals in coming to Honduras was to help make people in the US aware of what is going on here. I think that is actually happening!
Speaking of funding, I am very close to being funded at the minimum amount that I need to get by here. Once all the monthly donations are totaled, I should be about $200 short of my minimum goal. I have to sit down and write thank you emails when I am not so drugged up on Benedryl. It is hard to put into words how much I appreciate your help. In reality, I see it as you all investing in the future of these kids, and trusting me to help you do that. I love that you care about the kids so much. Thank you for every penny you have donated and every prayer you have sent up to God. Thank you for each time you have talked to someone about what is going on in Honduras.
I wish I could tell you more about that, but I have to be wise and stay safe here. I have noticed an increase in the amount of military people standing in groups on the sidewalks, as well as driving in trucks. This morning a truck full of men with guns pulled past my neighborhood. They were dressed in camouflage and the back of their truck said "PATROL". Some stand in the back of the truck and look ahead, others face behind. They seem to be more alert and ready for something. The private guards at my gate have stepped up security to a new level too. Today I saw them call to a man who had walked past them on the sidewalk. He pointed to the house he was going to visit, but they still asked him to walk back and leave his ID with them. I've never seen them stop anyone on foot before, just cars. He seemed a little annoyed but I am happy that people can't walk through my neighborhood without permission. Last Sunday they wouldn't let Jairo in. I had to go meet him on the corner. Both of us were okay with that.
The beautiful sunshine has gone away, and thunder is rumbling. Time for some rain. Everything is dry except my towel, so I'm all set.
If you are a praying type of person, please pray for the Sarmiento family. If you'd like you could pray that this stupid rash goes away! At least I've ruled out scabies and bedbugs.
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