I have been mostly sleeping since arriving home Friday afternoon. I guess I didn't know
how tired I was.........how sleep-deprived we all most certainly were. And I have only left
the house once. I feel like an alien in my own country, and find myself wanting to return
to Peru. I did not realize how attached I had become to the people of La Merced until I
was back on my own turf. I have seen poverty and deprivation up close and personal,
and it isn't pretty. And I don't know how I can ever be the same again. I have vivid
recall of the tears in the eyes of the children as we were leaving La Merced for the last
time, and of their beautiful faces, and their incredible smiles. But I also see the faces of
their mothers and fathers, where one can discern hopelessness and desperation, and it
is now hard to accept this culture of incredible wealth in which we live when I know
from first-hand experience what hardships these good people in Peru must face every day.
How can one ever return to "life as normal" in America after such an experience as
I have been privileged to have these past couple of weeks? How does one ever truly
"readjust" after visiting the dark side of our world?
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Papa,
It was so good to hear all about your trip today. The pictures you took were absolutely beautiful. It was so awesome that you had the chance to meet Tatiyana. I hope I have the chance myself to do the same one day soon!
Those kids really touched your heart, didn't they? Very evidently, you did theirs as well. What a great idea, bringin' those crazy balloons. What a fabulous way to break the ice!
Thank you for your example, for your willingness to serve others in the name of Jesus. They won't soon forget the "balloon guy!"
You are amazing. I'm proud to be your daughter.
Malla Anne
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