Half the team headed to medical and the other half to the bodega to gather ditch digging supplies. Trying to break through the hard clay. So we were grateful when the medical team arrived to relieve us at 11 am since they finished the morning exams early.
Obed, the young Honduran man (our “jefe” for this morning) asked if I planned on playing futbol at lunch once again. I said (in Spanish), “Of course, it's the main reason I come down to Honduras each year!” (which is only partially true).
After lunch (and, of course, soccer with los trabajadores), we worked with 34 children. One special moment occurred after helping one of the Providence children who has some special needs. For roughly four or five years, every time I tried talking with this particular boy in the past, he would either try to hit me or just yell, “No!” But today, after spending time working with him on his art and encouraging him, he expressed his thanks with a kiss on my cheek.
Tori took some of the kids to the chicken coop to paint on a cinder block wall. I love that a bland, sterile block wall has been brought to life by these young artists. The final touch was their hand prints.
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