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We just had our first good snowball fight of 2010. Even though the guys finally clued into ganging up on me, they still weren't very successful. It's strange...they grew up on the streets, while I grew up in rural Saskatchewan...but I can still pretty much out-fight them everytime. Well...in snowball fights anyhow. We haven't gotten around to weapons yet.
Even Maribel (who works here) learned quickly that there are no innocent bystanders in a snowball fight. Yimy got her first when her back was...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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We celebrated Father's Day here in Bolivia on Friday. So today in church they called all the dads up onto the platform to pray for them and give them a little gift. Of course I was called up to the front as well. At least this year I was expecting it...not like last year when I blurted out, "What?!" when my name was called. And then everyone laughed at me.
I still had a bit of a moment when I was standing there with my hand on the shoulder of my "son" David, who was on the platform as well, since he...
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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Some days this is a sad job. Don’t get me wrong…there are lots of good moments too, things to celebrate. But when you work with wounded people, there’s no getting around the fact that, after you’ve done everything you can, there are times when you just have to step back and watch someone you care about, make destructive decisions.
I had supper last night with a young guy I know. A little over a year ago he moved in here, excited and looking forward to the future. He comes from a very poor family, so the opportunity to study and change the...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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UPDATE BELOW
Wow...yesterday was a ridiculous day. I started to write dumb, but that’s not exactly true. It was just incredibly up and down. My eyes are still bouncing (as in every Looney Toons cartoon you’ve ever seen). I guess that’s what happens when you work with a dozen different guys who are all in different places.
Shall we recap then?
The first situation wasn’t any big surprise. Immigration is my second least favourite place to go in Santa Cruz....right after the post office. We were there to get passports for some of the guys,...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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I told the guys that if Canada won the gold medal in hockey, we'd celebrate. It was the only way I could get them to care. Of course I also told them that if we lost, one of them would have to die. And the other eight would have to dig a hole in the back yard for the body. Fortunately we won.
Yes, once again...terrible missionary...I know. No need to comment. And I'm probably not a very good father...
Monday, March 1, 2010
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For those of you who know David and know his story, you understand that it's been a challenge for him to think about or plan for the future. He's one of the guys here who spent the majority of his childhood on the streets. Street kids don't think about what's going to happen tomorrow or the next day. They pretty much live in the moment. David has said more than once that he just thought he would end up dying on the streets, so his future was never something he considered.
As well, David (along with a few of the guys here) has always had a...
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