Why am I continually surprised here in delightful ways?
Sunday, the road from my house was blocked by a car that had
fallen into the sewage ditch that the community is digging. But Isaías dropped
by and told me that there was an alternative way, that we should be able to get
through.
So we left, a little early – the car loaded with people going
to Mass in Toreras. I made sure I had the four wheel drive ready to go.
But that wasn’t enough. On a muddy incline we got stuck. I
had a heavy rope and so everyone got out of the car (except for a kid, a baby
and his mother who were in the cabin) and the men and one woman tried pulling
the car. That didn’t work. But within a few minutes at least five neighbors showed
up and with them pushing and others pulling we got out of the mud and proceeded
to Mass.
It takes a village.
I purposely parked my car that night up the road in the mayor’s
yard. A good decision since not one but two cars got stuck in the ditch and had
to be extracted by sheer manpower - no women pulling or pushing this time.
That afternoon one of the young men working on the ditch
dropped by and told me that I could probably drive my car down here. I told him
I preferred to wait, especially since it looked as if it was going to rain. And
it later did – torrentially.
We talked for a while. But what really surprised – and gladdened
me – is that this kid who has only finished fifth grade corrected my Spanish.
He had corrected me earlier that day and I had expressed my
gratitude.
This really surprised me since most people are deferential
and are reluctant to correct others (especially a gringo). What a gift Donaldo
gave me.
There are some of the surprises that I keep experiencing.
Being here is not a sacrifice, since I find myself receiving
a hundredfold.
Thanks be to God.
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