Humble hearts

Something that has been amazing me since being here is how humble and grateful the people are. For example, the people here do not hestitate to accept food of any form, whether it be leftovers you had eaten or you want to share what you are eating in the moment. Just yesterday, I gave the rest of my lunch away to a kid at the school. I asked, ¨¿Quieres el resto?¨ and he said, ¨Sî¨. Later that day, I shared my apple with three other kids. They are happy to have what you offer. It is sad to see the hunger, but the kids are still happy kids.

I played with the kids much of yesterday in the school. We have so much fun together. I also read to them in Spanish from the book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Their attention span no es bueno. I helped in the kitchen some, and at one point was teaching an advanced kid how to multiplication, division, and sentence structure in Spanish.

The days in the school begin with songs to God, prayer, and prayers before breakfast and lunch. Not only do you see a humble alcknowlegement of God in school, but also in the Honduran adults. It is quite beautiful.

Today, I went to the clinic and participated in taking blood pressure, checking out blockage in two people´s ears, watching a woman´s giantic leg wound get cleaned and rebandaged, and observed an older woman getting a shot in her pronated hand. A baby also recieved a shot, and was not too happy about it. A happy note is that I got to act as an interpreter for two of my intern buddies to the nurse, Lexi. Through me, they set up a date to ride horses on the ranch with her.

Last night was Spanish class; it is going pretty well. Furthermore, a few of us are teaching Oman, our bus Chaperone, English. He is a great memorizer!

Tonight we may just eat with the new group that arrived on Tuesday. They are a good group of teenagers and adults. We ate with them on Wednesday on the ranch and played cards.

Gotta go. My party is leaving.
Heather Hafer