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There’s a story I once heard, a story of a man. Jacob was a good man, a kind man; all the people in the town would bring their animals to him and he would tend to the sicknesses. One day, Jacob heard a knock on his door, and when he went to answer it, all he saw was a wrapped up large package on his doorway. Jacob looked out to the trees and nodded his head in acknowledgment and gratitude, for …
The front of the piggy bank from Juan Carlos has a woman who is wearing a traditional headdress. A woman actually showed us how to wrap it around her head while we were sightseeing one of our last days in Guatemala. Juan Carlos picked this bank because of that memory. The back of the coin commemorates the liberation of Guatemala, in 1827. Juan Carlos had shared with our group the story of the coin; although Andres was our guide, Juan …
Nearly 6 months ago, I journeyed to Guatemala with International Samaritan , an organization that specifically works with those who live in garbage dump communities. There are several places where I’ve written about life in the garbage dump: here , and here , and here are some of them. When I left, I knew that more than the effect I would have on the people (through building roofs, working with kids, etc), the transformation in my own life would be immeasurable. I gave the gift …
So yesterday, in procrastination, here’s a list of what I accomplished: 1) Changed cat litter box 2) Cleaned bedroom 3) Organized bookshelf 4) Cleaned bathroom (everything in it!) 5) Vacuumed floor 6) Changed bedsheets 7) Washed & dried blankets for my bed 8) Ran dishwasher 9) Organized my incense 10) Went and bought cupcakes for my client Does it sound like I was procrastinating? My room hasn’t been this clean in ages, and as I sat, after 4 hours of …
The last part of the Haunted Trail involved chainsaws, aircraft hanger-like passages, and strobe lights. The zombies in this section not only had chainsaws, they also carried crow bars, lead pipes, and ice picks. My escort and I made it through unscathed, and as we waited at the end of the trail for our companions, I sat on a wooden fence, between the lower slats. I felt this strange “bzz” several times on my ass–and then it clicked. There was …
