a walk in the mountains. . .

this afternoon, maureen, erin and i all set out to visit sonel. he is a 15 year old who had fallen from a mango tree when i was here last. i had seen him a couple days after his fall and wasn't sure that he would live. he had a horrible fever and his stomach was hard! he hadn't been able to move his legs. erin and maureen had been trying to help care for him, they have a wheelchair for him and have been taking care of his bedsores. we were going to go visit and see how he was doing. he is in great spirits. talking and laughing. this is his little cousin in the picture above pearing around the corner to check out the "blancs" who had come to visit. the house they live in is thatched wood. we got there and sonel was laying on the dirt floor on his mat. no beds, no real furniture to speak of. his father brought one small chair for us and another small bench type thing and a sack of something for our chairs. his father had brought him to the mission a few days ago to have his dressings changed. as we climbed up and down hills i could believe how they could have gotten sonel out from there. his father said that he has taken his wheelchair out first and then carried sonel. i really don't know what is going to happen with sonel, he has some pretty serious skin infections, but i do pray that he is no longer in pain. one of his cousins had caught two little birds and tied them with some plastic strands around their legs to be with sonel.

tonight around five it started pouring rain. almost like we were in some type of hurricane (ok i may be exagerrating a bit!) but it was raining with lots of wind. as we kinda rushed around here making sure windows were closed and things were put away, i couldn't help but think of sonel there on the dirt floor in a house with no windows and really no doors. i take so much for granted. . .