Sunday, September 14, 2008
negative tide
Saturday, September 13, 2008
why we're here
so it's been about a week now that we've been here (in rocky point). it's such a different life down here. so many people living with so little and who are in such great need. i was a little surprised at how much criticism we got about coming down here to help. people told us that there are tons of people in the united states that need help, so why would we go down to help people mexico. that's a good question... we just met a family down here a few days ago, and their story is unbelievable. what they've gone through, what's been done to them just breaks my heart and brings me to tears. the family consisted of a mom, dad and four children. the parents were both killed in a car accident, leaving the children to take care of themselves. the oldest sister was 20, the oldest brother 16, and the two younger brothers were 8 and 3. the oldest brother had made it to new york and was working as bus boy in a restaurant. he was doing very well making money for his family, but his sister, who was left with the younger boys was getting really depressed and even suicidal. so he left new york to go back to his family. he and his sister worked hard to save up their money so they could all move to the states. $5,000 is what they had saved up to pay the "coyotes" to get them across the border. after giving these "coyotes" their money, they (the "coyotes") kidnapped the youngest brother, who at the time was just a little toddler, and knocked out the sisters teeth. they demanded the rest of their money, and after getting it, left the four young, innocent children stranded in the middle of the desert. they were completely helpless, and cast aside as if their life was of no value. how anyone can look at the sweet faces of these children, beat them, take all they have, and then leave them to die in the desert is beyond me. they went 3 days without food or water before they reached the main highway that leads from the border into rocky point. and thankfully, by the grace of god, these caring tourists stopped to pick them up. they then spent the next couple months living out of their car and selling little souvenirs on the streets of rocky point. clearly these children had to grow up way too fast. their story ends well, and better than most here in mexico. the two younger boys are going to school and helping out at the families little gift shop, the oldest sister helps manage a cleaning service, and they're living in a safe little apartment in town. though i've known them only a few days, i already consider them my friends, and i care for them deeply. this is only one story of one family here in puerto penasco. sadly i know there are many more. and yes, it's true, there are people here just waiting for a hand out, but it's also just as true that there are many who are doing all they can to survive and still desperately needing help. we are here for those people.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
the beginning of my life in mexico
so it's been about a day...still getting things unpacked and cleaned. we went to dinner in town last night and i got to see the ocean and a beautiful sunset. seeing that gives me a little more peace about being here. and this morning we met a pastor and his wife who are from phoenix but have been here for four years. they're a little bit older, probably in their 40's or 50's but they seem really friendly. we're meeting them at a birthday party at burger king for one of the kids who goes to their church. hopefully we'll be able to meet some more people there. i felt a lot better after meeting them. it's such a new and different place, so i still feel a little anxious. and i've definitely been accident prone since we've gotten here. last night after i took my shower that was maybe look warm and felt more like a little hose dribbling on me than a shower, i took my flip flops off on this little tile ledge. it's like a little step at the edge of the shower about 8 inches off the ground. well i look down and say to myself "we should definitely get a rug to put there because it looks like it could be pretty slippery...i'll make a list of little things like that that they can bring for us when the group comes down..." as i'm thinking that last thought i slowly try to step down and as soon as my foot hits the tile my feet fly up and my back hits that wonderful tile ledge. dustin and jason heard my scream as i slipped and dustin ran in to check on me. i couldn't breathe at first because it really knocked the wind out of me, so all i could do was cry. thankfully i was able to get up and breathe and finish getting ready for bed. it's a little sore today, but it could've been way worse. then today i'm washing some dishes and zeebs (my dog) brings her ball over to me and drops it at my feet. i pick it up and throw it for her and watch her slide around on the tile. so i'm just washing this mug and watching her, but then the mug slips out of my hand and i try to catch it before it hits the water and the other mugs, but apparently i wasn't quick enough because i pull my hand out of the water and my pinky is covered in blood. so i rinse it in the sink for a while and it just bleeds away. i lightly rubbed over it with my finger and it didn't feel like there was any glass in there, just a nasty cut, so i find a rag and wrap that around my finger and hold it up above my head for a while. my finger is throbbing and i'm feeling a little light headed as i search for the bandaids and neosporen. i find them and let my finger bleed for a little longer before i wipe it clean with an alcohol pad. i glob some neospern on there and then put the bandaid around. except the bandaid won't stay on so i have to tape it on with medical tape. once i finished with all that i had to lay down for a while. so now i have this taped up pinky that i can't even type with, and a sore back. but i guess it could be a lot worse... apparently i'm just more clumsy in mexico.