Friday, July 22, 2016

Last Full Day at El Hogar

This morning we headed out soon after breakfast to go on a home visit. We visited the mother of Belki, a student whom we met Sunday at the girls` school. Belki`s mother is very sick, so Donna Claudia wanted to visit her to see if Belki should go home for the weekend to take care of her mother. Belki`s house is one small room with no electricity or water, and they must get water from their neighbors. There was a baby girl there, the daughter of Belki`s sister. We stayed for a while, Claudia talking to Belki`s mother and sending Jason out for some groceries. After some excitement, we left to go back to El Hogar.
Back at home base, we were shown excerpts from the documentary Poverty, Inc. We discussed the consequences of certain harmful forms of charity and their impact on the economies of the communities in need.
After lunch, we helped clear debris out of a shed (we saw an opossum!) and had the rest of the afternoon to play with the kids.
After dinner we had a very sweet goodbye ceremony in which the kids sang for us and kids and team members gave short speeches. The kids all hugged each one of us adios and went off to bed (we do hope to see them tomorrow morning). There was some soccer playing before we came back to the volunteer house for a team meeting.
For our last team meeting, we reflected on the entire trip. We all agreed that the trip was incredibly meaningful and educational for all of us. The group dynamic really made for a valuable experience and we are already looking forward to another youth trip next year!

-Charlotte and Alex

More pictures

Padre Matteo lent me his card reader, so I can now post photos from my camera and not just those I took with my phone.

Here's a sampling of our adventures.

Waiting for church:


Reverend Kristen is recruited to give Communion:


Alex gets a birthday blessing:


Sunday afternoon at Casa de Ninas:


The team at work:


The team (and kids, and staff) at play:



The morning at Villa Olympica -
Tai Kwan Do:


Tennis:



Judo:


Friendship:


Home visit:

Of dumpsters, plastic bottles and miracles

I think it was on the last day we were working at the technical school that we passed the dumpster.  It had been there for years and I’d probably passed it dozens of times in my visits to Honduras.  It was unremarkable except when occasionally occupied by the ubiquitous carrion birds that live and feed in the city of Tegucigalpa.

This time it was not birds in the dumpster but three young boys.  Actually, only one was actually in the dumpster fishing for food or anything useful.  The other two were passing back and forth a plastic bottle which was doing a serviceable impression of a futbol.  One had on a ratty shirt, the other had no shirt.  Both were wearing old flip-flops that were falling apart as they made plays.

I was struck by how similar these boys were to the boys I had just left at the El Hogar elementary school.  They were about ten and moved, played and laughed just like the kids I had just been playing with back at school.  Apart from their clothes, they could easily have passed for three of our boys.  Why weren’t they?

This is my question every time we come here.  El Hogar houses, feeds and educates about 250 children.  It’s an amazing story probably familiar to everyone reading this blog,  but it’s not enough.  For every one of our children, scores more still live on the street, dig through dumpsters, play with plastic bottles – on a good day.  It is sad and spiritually taxing – little kids shouldn’t have to win the El Hogar lottery to get three squares, a bed and an education.  Especially when the alternative is the harsh and cruel street life of begging, gangs, drug addiction, violence and even death.

Every time I come to El Hogar I bring a book to read.  Sometimes it is just escapist potboilers or spy thrillers.  This time I brought a book my friend Marie Johnson recommended to me because she heard I wanted to be a disaster chaplain.  It is Kate Braestrup’s moving spiritual memoir,  Here If You Need Me.  Braestrup was one of the first chaplains assigned to the Maine Warden Service and in addition to telling beautiful stories of Maine’s search-and-rescue workers, she also manages to pen a breathtakingly good essay on miracles.

I bring this up because we often talk about El Hogar in terms of miracles.  El Hogar is a miraculous place.  A place where God’s kingdom is at work.  A place where lives are transformed – not just the children, but the staff and those of us who visit.  But what does it really mean to name what happens at El Hogar as a miracle?

Miracles are sometimes thought of as extremely unlikely events – an unexpected cure to a deadly disease, a traffic accident averted, a timely and unexpected windfall that saves the day.  In that sense, El Hogar is a miracle for all these kids, because their attendance is a very unlikely event.  Most kids who need El Hogar don’t get to go.

But Braestrup argues that there is much more to it than that.  “A miracle is not defined by an event.  A miracle is defined by gratitude,” she writes.  “Anything could happen, but only one thing will.  If it is what we desire, what we long for so badly we feel it burning in our bones, if by chance it is given, we will fall on our grateful knees, praise God, and call it a miracle.  And we will not be wrong.”

So, today I will be grateful and call El Hogar a miracle.  I will give praise and thanks to a God who made the staff who so lovingly cares for the children.  I will give thanks to all of us who have loved the school and given our time, talent and treasure to sustain it. And I will give thanks for the children themselves – for those who are at El Hogar, and those who should be.  For their ability to bear unspeakable burdens and still find joy in the simple act of playing with a surrogate soccer ball. 

Braestrup again writes with accuracy and wisdom: “Sometimes a miracle is a life restored, but the restoration is always temporary.  At other times, maybe most of the time, a miracle can only be the resurrection of love beside the unchanged fact of death.”

Death is all around in Honduras in the form of gangs, corruption, murder and cruel, cruel poverty.  But it is also filled with the “resurrection of love” in the form of a tiny school in the center of its capital city called El Hogar, and in the form of two boys playing soccer by a dumpster.





Thursday, July 21, 2016

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We Matt Phil

Up. Eggs beans. Bus. With kids. Sports. At Olympica. Cool. Suave. Watched. and Watched. Began to play. forced to Watch. 0-0. Sick. Futbol. Accent. Bye.

Back. Poker. bad Music. more Poker. Lunch. Chicken Rice. more Poker. (Thanks jAck) poker Never stops. Thanks jack. (Jake won/winning/still playing?/neverends). Kids classes.

We waited for a Honduran start time for our meeting with the MICAH personel. (meaning we watched poker for another hour). The team was then brought into the meeting room to learn about an amazing program called MICAH which is working to combat the destructive nature of poverty in Honduras. Kind of like El Hogar, MICAH travels the streets of Tegucigalpa and picks up street kids. However, MICAH is focused especially on abandoned kids who have no support at all, and who normally are addicted to hard drugs. Yellow glue is the most common and dangerous drug they encounter, as it allows for a high so large it can remove the memory of being abandoned as a child. Its addictive properties cause serious health issues when the kids go too long without it. As a result, MICAH finds these addicted kids and transports them to a rehab facility for months, before they come to home base (MICAH 2.0). As told by one of the two speakers, MICAH provides the kids with the love and hope to fill the "empty space" their hearts that comes as a result of being abandoned. Their programs allow for a high school education and scholarships to US colleges. One main difference between El Hogar and MICAH is that MICAH is purely optional and the kids can leave at any time. A depressing result of this is that many kids end up leaving because they can´t stand being away from the drugs as the pain is too much. As a lasting momento, one speaker told us that we should always remember to love and appreciate our parents as they do so much for us. And the pain of being abandoned is nearly unimaginable. 

more Poker. Dinner. PANCAKES. will Nearly eat 4 at time. Matt try. faiL. play with DORM4. just socFUTBOLcer. we LOst. badugly. teamMeeting. Dont think that leave soon. ONE DAY MOOOORE.
still poker. thx jAck. quitpls.

This is Matt and Phil signing off  the greatest blog you will ever read, and let us be the first to say (type) that we appreciate the love and support our parents give us much more as a result of our speakers today. And many thanks to El Hogar for giving us the opportunity to listen to them.

Bye Matt Phil

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Its Wednesday my Dudes

Today I, Will Rappole, woke up to Jack yelling "Its Wednesday my Dudes" time after time. And as usual, most of us fell back asleep and needed to be woken up again a few minutes later. For breakfast, we had eggs, beans and corn tortillas with water. We briefly saw some of the kids in the cafeteria or outside and had 30 minutes to hang before going to the Technical School. Some of us played rummy and some made freindship bracelets. At the Technical School we finished the room we started on wednesday and then painted half of the carpenters room. For lunch we had rice, banana juice, some type of fruit salad and beef. After lunch we played volleyball and soccer with the boys. We started a game of volleyball, but during a serve, Alex with a one in a million shot, hit the edge of thepole and cut open the volleyball. Some people were mad but I amazed at the beautiful moment that was before me. According to Jason, we were the first team to beat the tech boys in a soccer match (even though we got destroyed in the first game). Instead of watching the bopys climb up a greasy pole, today we got to see a play, in spanish. Today was Lempira day in Honduras, a day celebrating the tribe sthat first started Honduras. Three of the boys, one of them being Junior, the kid we play soccer with, had a dress up contest. They dressed in native-like clothes and walked up and down the stage. The crowd, the other boys and us, yelled and clapped for the one we wanted most. Junior, being the oldest in the competition, won by a lot. After that, 10 other boys dressed up as either Englishmen or Natives and reenacted the first meeting between them. We couldnt understand it but we still had a good time and it was funny. We traveled back to the city and most of us got snacks at the office. We played soccer, cards and catch with some of the kids before we had to go to dinner. For dinner, we had bacon and ham pizza which was on of the best meals we've had so far. Today we got to hang with the middle aged boys in the auditorium, making bracelets for eachother, making relationships, playing the ukuelele, and playing with cars. We created a rivalry between those who like Real Madrid and Barcelona, me being on Barcelona's side. But the kids were always happy to be around us no matter which team we liked. Per usual, we played soccer for 20 minutes with the younger kids, them totally outnumbering us and beating us by two. We had a team meeting after talking about moments that changed our opinions on el hogar and how all of us have been sharing the experience. Overall, it was an exciting, funny and hardworking day. Adios!

Pictures!

Just a visual sampling of our adventures:

Girls send their regards to Dona Leez Keeenchen:


The ukes make their debut:

What they teach at the technical school - how to climb a greased pole:


Jake tries valiantly for Team Epiphany:


Lempira Day at the Technical School:
  

My pal Nahum and me:

The uke's popularity spreads, even competing with Hot Wheels:

  

Friendship bracelets:
  

But nothing beats the ol' standard, coloring:



Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Dia Cuatro

Hola, this time from Chris and Jack.
Today we woke up and went to breakfast...shocker. After that we did nothing at the volunteer house because we are all lazy teens... again, shocker. Around 8 we went back to the technical school to continue our painting. Since it was raining we painted the interior of one of the workshops a delightful creme color. Quick fact about the paint, it`s oil based so it does not come out with water. Apparently it is not legal in the U.S. and it`s like having colorful super-glue on your hands. Our lunch was chicken, rice, and strawberry juice which is apparentley a thing. After that we had a soccer game against the kids at the technical school. We put up a valiant effort with William and Maggie playing extremley well. The score was 5-2 them because they were all young Messi's. Jake and Charlotte took many pictures so you will get a chance to see our awesomeness. After the game we watched as the boys tried to climb a greased telephone pole to get money at the top. They eventually got the money by having 4 kids stand on each others shoulders. Again there will be pictures. After that we headed back to El Hoagar and went immediatley to buy soda's and candy from the shop. After we returned to the volunteer house and relaxed until we went to meet with Claudia for a discussion with two police officers about gangs in Honduras. They spoke a lot about how much children are affected since gangs try to recruit them or cause them harm. It was a revealing look into life in Honduras. After the meeting we went directly to dinner and after that we entertained the young girls until it was time to go to bed. Emma had caught a bunny named Carl which we brought to the girls who did not think it strange that someone was holding a large wild bunny. There are several other animals here such as the other bunny Shaniquewa and the cats which are named Pearl, OJ, and OJ Junior (who's a kitten). We entertained the girls with friendship bracelets, cards, ukeleles, coloring books, and Hot Wheels. They really liked the ukeleles which resulted in numerous ukeleles being strummed sporadically by untrained little girls. So the ukeleles were a great idea!(He says sarcastically) When it was time for the girls to go to bed they hugged us goodbye and went off to bed. Oh and Philip was bitten by one of the girls because she wanted the car he had. Not important but hilarious. After that we went back to the vounteer house and played the Celebrity Name Game which is basically the Superstars deck in Heads-Up. Gaps in peoples knowledge were made apparent rather quickly as people did not know who Benedict Cumberbatch was and Jake had never heard of Sacageawea. Then, once the game was over Chris and I were chosen to write the blog. Imagine the Reaping in the Hunger Games but there is a lot less competition. By the way, sorry if the spelling is terrible the language for the computer is spanish so not autocorrect. Also, Chris played a game on another computer the entire time I wrote this. Now normaly I wouldn't mind but he is playing a name the flag game and a name the capitals game which I find unacceptable. So as that about wraps up our day I will say Adios and Good night.