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Pictures From the Week

The Last Day

Saturday was a great day. We went to the "President's House" and learned a lot. Then we went to the Cathedral in Tegucigalpa. It was very beautiful. After a long morning we went to San Buena Ventura for the last time. First, we ate lunch with the kids and watched a program they had planned. We heard a few testimonies and they were sad yet happy.
I have never known such a mature ten year old such as Julio. He has been living at the home for what he says, five years. Before he came to the home he had to work to support his family and was beaten by his step-father often, and his mother did nothing.
After the sad part we went outside and played with water balloons and tie-dyed. The kids seemed to enjoy this a lot. As we were having fun I realized that we were forming real friendships with these children. What surprised me the most was when a little boy ran by me and said, "Adios, Alyssa." I knew that it was Moises, but I did not know that he knew me. This was very cool and I will always remember that moment.
That day I got some of the best hugs ever because all these kids really want is some love from the people they care about.
Leaving was extremely hard. I didn't want to get in the van and just drive away. I walked as slowly as I could just to be able to spend that little extra time with these children. But what made me happy was that I knew somehow I would be back there again.
Already Missing LAMB...
alyssa

The Las Afternoon

So this afernoon we hung out with the kids at San Buena Ventura. IT WAS AWESOME!! I have never had so much fun doing absolutly nothing. We basicly hung out the entire time and served as human jungle gyms for the kids to perform acrobatics on. I aslo discovered why hispanic countries tend to be good at soccer. We sat around and did soccer tricks for 4 hours, and time flew by. The enviorment and spirit of the game was amazing. I also made friendships that will last me a life time. When the whistle blew signaling that it was time to leave, I experienced one of the saddest momments of my life. The kids didn't want me to leave, and I didn't want to leave either. I didn't want to leave because this week with those kids, I experienced true happiness.

last day of work

Today was our last day on the work site and our last day of spending time with the workers. Thoughout the course of the week I have felt like I have been in the way and seriously slowing these people down. They are hard workers and fine craftsmen... and they were very patient with us. They outworked us and earned the equivalent of $25 dollars for the week. I pray that God will help me to remember them next time I am frustrated with someone's ignorance or complaining because I can't afford something I don't really need anyways. I pray that they sensed my admiration and that they know I hold them in the higest of regards.

Trench Pictures

The End of the Trench

Ok so Thursday morning before lunch i setout on a mission. To finish the trench!!! And man was that a grueling morning. I have concluded that back in Georgia, if you ever needed to dig a trench for a foundation or something, I'd be the man to ask. I've gotten it down to a science. Here is the order of tools your use. First pick, then shovel, then shavlin thing, then shovel, then pick, then shovel, then javlin thing, then shovel and so on. The last 10 minutes before lunch were possibly some of the ,ongest minutes of my life......I mean I had about 3 more feet to dig......but I wasn't getting any closer!!! It was very confusing. Anyway, after lunch I came back and dominated those last couple of feet with a few swings of my mighty pick/shovel/javlin thing. SO there you have it. The story of the trench.

-Casey Ward
Theta Nu Theta Co-founder

Philip, the high flyer!
Painting the playground wall:

Katie and "Matt"

Katie and Matt:

Curses, foiled again!

I got up extra early so I could post the story of Matt and Katie. Rats. She beat me to it but her account of the incident is accurate! There was much hilarity last night as we shared our high and low points and recalled some of the other funny moments over the past week. One recurring memory is of Alyssa on our first night. We were tossing a hacky sack around and the recipient had to answer a question from the thrower. Becky tossed it to Alyssa. The hacky sack landed on the ground and Alyssa said, with much conviction, "I didn't NOT catch it. It just didn't hit my hand." (She stands by that to this day.) Philip (who by his own admission only pays attention about half the time) got confused the other day and asked Pamm if the lights had flickered or had he come in on the back end of a blink! Maybe the sun is getting to us!

Lost in Translation

Hey! Katie again... I am only posting this story because I have been told that someone else will if I don't. I'd rather have a say in how this story is told. This is a long story, but stick with me... there's a fun ending :)

On Tuesday morning I was set on working much harder than I had the day before. As a result, I found myself shoveling sand ("arena" en espanol) into a wheel barrow to take to another location. Knowing my limitations, I filled the wheel barrow about half way. Just as I was about to carry my load away, a Honduran worker came over, stuck out his hand and said, "Matt". I assummed he was intoducing himself so I put my hand in his and said , "Katie". Matt then proceeded to mime out that he would take the wheel barrow where it needed to go and that I should finish filling it up because he was "muy fuerte!". As I followed him I remember thinking, "Matt is a strange name for a Honduran, I must have heard him wrong." I continued to follow Matt around for the rest of the day and help him with whatever he was doing. I was sure that I was the best helper he had ever seen... or at least the best gringo helper he had ever seen.

Later that evening we were talking about our "highs" for the day and I explained my time with Matt. I also asked if anyone knew what his real name was because I was pretty sure that I had misheard him. Well, as it turns out, his name is Abel... which of course sounds nothing like Matt. The team helped me to recount my steps of that morning, and we realized where I went wrong. When Abel walked up to me that morning he saw the half filled wheel barrow and thought, "I will carry it... and I can certianly carry a full load. I will have this attactive young gringo fill it to the brim!" He then stuck his hand out towards the pile of sand (which happened to be right next to me) and said, "Mas" (meaning "more" in english). I then introduced myself... and looked completly insane.

I wish I could say that was my first and last embrassing moment with my friend Matt (as I like to call him), but I have made a fool of myself numerous other times while in his presence (I tend to follow him around quite a bit because I think he is a patient, kind, and an amazingly hard worker... and I kind of feel like his sidekick, "Agua Chica!"). I will miss Matt and smile often when I think of him.

"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now."
Phillipians 1:3-5

Videos

VIdeos from the LAMB Insttitute

These videos are from the LAMB Institute on Wednesday. They are very cute.

Hey Guys

Today was very moving. It reminded us all why we are here and that God's presence is everywhere.
Short Blog... being rushed
Alyssa

Wednesday

oda we went to the extreme poverty area of Tegucigalpa and it was pretty grim. I found it to be horrifying that people can manage to live in such conditions. I will keep all of them in my thoughts everyday and I advise you to do the same. We also went shopping today. I bought a pretty awesome hammock and more importantly a special postcard. Anyway, on a happier note, work on the trench will resume tomorrow and I hope to complete it. I will report back tomorrow with more information.

-Casey
Theta Nu Theta out......