It’s been an emotional two days. So many times you’re heart breaks when you see hurting, hungry, and suffering people. But instead of shedding tears, you must smile, touch, hug and love. That’s what is needed. They Hondurans are beautiful people.
The one thing I failed to mention yesterday about the dump was the smell. Pictures may bring a lot of reality to what is going on at the dump, but nothing, I mean nothing can describe the smell at the dump. The smell was so intense that you wanted to pull your shirt up over your nose. At times you gasp for a breath of clean air, but clean air never comes. I had tried to prepare myself for what I’d see at the dump, but it’s impossible to fully prepare yourself.
Here are a few more pictures from the dump and from the feeding center we visited yesterday…
This little boy was as dirty as anyone. His hair was so matted.
This is a container of food that was donated. It has 100 bags of soup mix. It will feed a lot of people. Yesterday we took this container to a little village just outside of Tegucigalpa. The village has a feeding center that feeds the children once a day, five days a week. Most of these kids in the following pictures only get this one meal a day to eat. The feeding center is not open on the weekend, so many don’t eat anything on the weekend. It was an honor to spend the day serving these beautiful kids and playing soccer with them.
This is the feeding center. Kids were already lined up when we got there.
On the menu was chicken & rice. You also had the choice between one or two tortillas.
I was fascinated that everything was cook on a wood stove.
It looked great, but we didn’t eat.
I get 3 meals a day (sometimes more). These guys get one a day … and they don’t have a choice “if they like it or not.”
I was busy serving, but asked Connor to get a picture of this girl. She was SO pretty.
I didn’t speak their language, but we were still able to communicate with eye contact and smiles.
Jesus said, “I was hungry and you fed me… whatever you did for the least of these you did for me.” I kept thinking, “I just got to feed Jesus.”
The kids want to hold your hand, touch you and play with you. I loved seeing my boys walking hand in hand with kids.
A soccer game broke out. They obviously laughed at our poor soccer skills.
Not trying to worry “the wives,” but it’s obvious that there’s a lot of political unrest in Tegucigalpa.
Just a picture of one of the homes in Honduras.
Meet Brian. Brian is a little boy that lives at the children’s home where we are staying. He meets me at the truck everyday, wanting to play, when we come back. He speaks English. He likes to give lots of hugs and hold hands. He took a-liking to my running watch, always asking about the buttons and the numbers. Later he asked if he could wear it. I doubt I will ever ask him for my watch back.
The kids love Rickey.
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