(These are the notes that were written in my journal on that day. Any editing is in italics).
Why in hell wasn't I doing this every day? (We arrived in Peru on July 12)
I kind of was. Small thoughts were e-mailed to myself throughout the day. But it's not really the same thing. (Those thoughts were put in Facebook)
The summary of the trip to this point has only changed by two letters.
FROM: This is my last trip here
TO: This isn't my last trip here.
Well it's two if you eliminate the profanity in "FROM" between my and last.
On the one hand... El Milagro has serious problems. Men work in the mines, knock up young girls, move on to the next town and do the same thing.
There was a young girl given to a 35 year old man to be his "wife" I'm not sure but she likely wasn't his only "wife". And she was given because the family couldn't afford to keep her.
But on the other hand... I'm not here to change it. That would be a fool's errand.
What I am here to do is show people love. I'm here to help the people who are going to change the world. I'm here to hold a baby until my back gets tired. Then hold him some more. (I have Tylenol)