Today we visited the hospital. Several wards were not eager to have us due to the A-H1N1, but I was privileged to go through the orthopedic ward, but not hurried. I got to see Maria...who I keep seeing as it keeps turning out, as she has been there for over three months. It gives me joy, and sadness that this girl has been there long enough to know my name. I met another mother outside waiting for her daughter from surgery...she knew my name as well. A sample of what is usually seen on these visits...nothing is normal per se, as you will see, but here goes: We met a girl who had been shot in both knees (not even 10 years old) a child run over by a car and back again for surgery on all the screws they put into him that are coming out, a boy who broke his leg, and then his parents took him by boat for three hours, carried him in a hammock walking through the mountains for three hours, and then by bus for two hours, the boy pictured who lost most of his index finger from pulling up on a football goal which fell on him....kids from the North, South West and far, far East, kids that were looking for mamones and mangos, kids who got hurt playing football, and did not even score a goal....all this and more, but the one thing that unified them was their hunger for someone to care, to show Christ's love. It was cool to let them pick the North American that would pray for them (they all liked that) and to share some of the great Lego toys we procured ($1,000 worth for about $15) from another mission here....Legos that they can use for hours to make different things...and they have hours, and days, and more. One boy was so proud to show us his very cool airplane before we even left the ward.
I saw these yesterday, there were more than one....taking garbage and turning it into art to beautify Valle de Angeles. Whoever did these angels (nice plug for the city) deserves a big pat on the back, what a great idea. The more realistic angel with a fanny pack though...that was going too far.
And this, the smallest avocado (ripe mind you) that we had ever seen. No, I did not try to peel it to get at that very small sweet spot. Cantaranas is not known for this specific breed of tiny avocados, it remains a mystery. If you are up for a laugh....google what avocado means, not in Spanish, but the original language from whence it came.