Counting Blessings!
Hanging Tough!
31.01.2015 - 31.01.2015
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Life!

Silvia from the Orphange

Coconut drink lady

Mother and kids

Kids in the street

Living in a hut

The hut I pass each day

Gardeners working on my yard
Why am I so blessed?
As I lay in bed this morning pondering over the difficult week I had, including: a student who wanted to, and was planning to, stab me with scissors, trying to reach a population of kids many of which have no desire to reach their potential, being pushed to the limit with extra projects at school, like an assembly to plan, fund raiser for the 4th grade, extracurricular activity after school, mandatory tutoring after school, incredible heat and rain, no car, dredging up old stuff with the ex, no washing machine, roaches coming out of the drains, geckos climbing the walls, and more….I heard the pool guy coming to clean the pool and the gardeners beginning to work in the yard, and as I watched them I began to ponder this question…why I am living the life I am, and others are struggling so? I began to think of those people who I have met who face so many more challenges than I have, and realized that I need to share more, smile more, be more grateful, whine less, and thank God that I blessed.
Here are a few people I have been thinking about from Bolivia this morning who despite obstacles carry on.
Oliver – He is a young man from church who has the sweetest wife and darling daughter and has been so welcoming to me at church and volleyball on Thursdays. He came over with the missionaries Thursday night and we were talking about the orphanage, where I had just come from, and he told about growing up as an orphan. His mother died and his dad dropped him off when he was about 3. He lived there until he was 15 and then moved out and lived on the street. He is looking to buy a car so he can become a taxi driver.
Orphans – Over a 100 orphanages in Santa Cruz – Heartbreaking and I wonder everyday what will become of them…why don’t they have a family they so deserve? Why oh why??? Being adopted myself as a baby, I just wonder why was I born where I was, and been so blessed to have parents take me in.
Coconut Drink Lady – I don’t know her name but she is always on the corner near my house selling a coconut drink. She looks to be about 70, although in Bolivia the women tend to look older than they are. She is the hardest worker ever. I watch her stripping the sugar cane stalks, walking in and out of traffic selling her drinks, in the incredible heat with traffic everywhere.
Hut family – They live in a shack that looks like they just collected pieces of stuff from everywhere to build it. It’s in the middle of a neighborhood in the richest part of Santa Cruz. They have an outhouse, and a hose for water. Looks like there is a mom, dad, and a small girl about 3.
Paul and Family – The orphanage that I volunteer at has a director and his wife that have lived in Bolivia for many years. They have given up their life in the comfort of the US to care for kids with special needs. They have adopted several children from Bolivia along with their own. I’m amazed at the level of service he renders, and with a cheerful attitude.
Gardeners – Day in and day out, trimming, weeding, cutting grass with weed wackers, Bending, kneeling, in the heat and rain, never ending growth.
There are so many more fascinating people that I watch and admire daily. I need to continue to remember when I’m feeling stressed, how really blessed I am.
Posted by dianeski4 06:56 Archived in Bolivia Comments (0)