I feel a little like I've been run over by a truck.
It was worse day before yesterday. I have been developing a traveler's cold -- that icky cold you get from being short on sleep, off your routine, sitting in airplanes with lots of people ... it's a recipe for disease. I'm hoping that ten hours of sleep last night helped me turn the corner. We'll see.
To catch you up, I just got back Sunday night from a week in Honduras with my family and six other people from Central. Sinus congestion seems a small price to pay for the privilege of going on this kind of a trip! We visited the Manuelito Project, a residential school for children who have been rescued off the streets. The PR slogan of the school is "Los Niños no deben vivir en la calle" -- or in English, "Children shouldn't live in the street." Seems simple enough, but thousands of children are picking through garbage in Tegucigalpa and other places every day, living and sleeping in the streets. Many of these children have parents who are simply not caring for them because they're so absorbed in their own problems -- where to get drugs and how to afford them, for example. Others actively abuse their children. These situations become unspeakable in a hurry.
Manuelito has about 40 kids who have been rescued off the streets, given a safe place to sleep and appropriate relationships with caring adults. They are provided with food and an education. It's an amazing ministry. I'll tell you more about it -- and what we were privileged to do there -- in the next few posts.