Posted by: Honduras Mission Team | January 14, 2011

Day 5, Back to Earth

“The heart has a language of it’s own.”
– Sor Denora

By the time we got through the roadblock, it was nearly dark. We dropped one of the CFCA workers at her home in one of the aldeas along the way. As the night came on the temperatures dropped and things were getting a little chili in the back of the pickup. Luckily we were packed in pretty tightly and helped to keep one another warm.

I thought I would be relieved when we made it back out onto a paved highway where we could move faster, but I hadn’t counted on the air being so cold. The last hour made us all long for the warmth of the hot springs the day before. (was it really just a day ago?)

We finally rolled into Santa Rosa around 7:00 and crawled/hobbled out of the back of the truck. Is there a medical term for a kidney-ache? We were were all thinking longingly of dinner and a warm bed, when Jill appeared with some great news: We were going on a hospital visit.

I don’t think I’m the only one who briefly thought of checking myself into the hospital after that truck ride.

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None of us were too excited about another junket at this point (unless it involved some serious pain medication), but something happened when we stumbled into the orphanage and saw the girls waiting for us. They were thrilled to see us, and had been waiting all evening for our return. Somehow we gathered some energy from them and we were off again.

The hospital is across the street from the elderly home, so by the time we got there we were almost home. The girls and one of the nuns had prepared fresh rolls and a large kettle of tea for us to take.

People have to travel long distances to get to this hospital. While there are beds for most of the patients, many of the family members who come to visit don’t have a place to stay. You see them outside, some all through the night. I understand that there is some sort of shelter for them to stay in, but many don’t have food to eat while they wait.

The girls quickly fan out and share the bread and drinks throughout the hospital. This is another eye opening experience in a day already overflowing with them. The sights and smells here are like nothing you will ever see in the States. New mothers happily hand off their babies for the girls to hold. People are sleeping on bare mattresses on the floor. We file into a large maternity ward where new mothers are resting with babies just a few hours old.

There doesn’t seem to be anything resembling a germ free environment here. There are smells that I can’t identify, and trash on the floor.

I find one of the older girls, Francisca, gently stroking the hand of a baby who was born without ears. The baby and what looks like her grandmother are resting on a bare mattress on the floor of a hallway. The baby’s eyes are bright and intelligent, but she will never hear us speak.

Watching Francisca, it occurs to me that even though the baby can’t hear her words, she understands her perfectly. Maybe thats why I feel so connected to the girls here, even though we don’t speak the same language. Some things are best communicated without words.

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  1. Sor Dinora once told me that the heart has a language of it’s own, which is why it’s always been fairly easy to communicate with them, even though you don’t speak Spanish. I can’t wait to hear the rest of your stories!!


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