She is 7. She is Honduran (maybe the Dust Bowl Migrants can go visit her). She lives with her mom and dad. She plays a musical instrument, plays jacks, and plays with dolls. She is in primary school, and her performance is above average. She regularly attends Bible class and vacation Bible school.
She is cute as the dickens.
Compassion tells me that
She is 7. She is Honduran (maybe the Dust Bowl Migrants can go visit her). She lives with her mom and dad. She plays a musical instrument, plays jacks, and plays with dolls. She is in primary school, and her performance is above average. She regularly attends Bible class and vacation Bible school.
She is cute as the dickens.
Compassion tells me that my love and support witll help Mayra to receive the assistance she needs to develop her potential. I worked there one summer and really enjoyed it...and realized how many children they have in their huge databases...[did you know that the photos are not taken with digital cameras, and that each child's photo is taken with a card that shows his or her number? They crop the numbers out of the photos once they are scanned and saved]...but also that they are committed to helping underpriveleged children by sharing the wealth a little.
I delayed signing up for a while. "That's $28 a month!" But then I realized that it is $28 a month. That's less than $1 a day...and if I abstain from McDonald's each day, or if I don't buy just 2 CD's, or if I eat only fresh local fruit and veggies, there's the money. I do have the money, even though I am an underpaid teacher.
I complain about being underpaid and about my silly little apartment (room) and about not having the independence of a car, but then I think about Mayra and her (so I imagine) pathetic little house and how much a postcard or a bookmark or a letter will mean to her, and how much she will learn with the money I 'sacrifice' for her, I have to stop complaining.
Her picture is taped to the bottom of my computer monitor. I have paper and a nice color printer and a computer, and I look at her cute-as-a-button face every day and think about her. Does she limp? Is she a chatterbox? Does she like to run and play, or sit and play? Does she have a cute lisp? She is standing crooked...does she have scoliosis? Does she know Jesus? Does she love him? Does she have people around her that do know Jesus? Do her mom and dad know Jesus? Will I really have an impact on her? Who will be impacted more, Mayra or me?
I have only been a sponsor for a few days, and already she has changed me.
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