I have hired two friends to help me half a day once a week to keep the Children´s Home in good order and the grounds well-kept. One is a lady who worked at the Home part-time when it was still in operation. The other a former resident who graduated high school last year with a focus on bilingual education and who now lives with her grandmother nearby. Deisi Milagro told me last week as we prepared ground for a garden that she had taught a fourth grade class English for her senior class project before graduating. She was so happy that the kids didn´t want her to leave and wrote notes asking her to remain. She added that she had taught the kids the same English lessons I taught her and and several other residents of the Home over the years. I will help her continue her studies at the university as soon as the pandemic allows. That news made my day. I remember I considered my teaching as planting the seeds of a garden and watching the seeds flower. Life is a garden of love. What you sow, so shall you reap. Deisi Milagro and I are now sowing gardens together.
If the Orange, Pathological liar, Criminal Psychopath is reelected, I believe the US of Northamerica will cease to exist. If the putrid creature loses the presidential election, the country in its current form will also cease to exist. I have been around a long time and I left the country because it is a racist horror to its core. I am a History major university graduate and I early recognized that although the antibellum south physically lost the Civil War, their hate-filled racial animus has permeated every goverment institution and a majority of the populace to this very day. – The national covy count today in Honduras is 7,669 positive infections and 274 covy deaths.
As a norteamericano country governed by a criminal cabal burns, its pink population and large black minority population sinking under and dying from an ignored pandemic, the rage at the sanctioned racism and oppressive military police injustices towards the black community erupts in an accumulation of destructive and long suppressed anger. The country will be destroyed. It is as simple as that. There is no going back. There is no normal. If we die, you die. – In Honduras today, the positive covy count is now 5,093 and the dead number 201. There is no racism to speak of here, after the native population rose up and kicked out the murdering, thieving pink spaniards who had subjugated them for 300 years.
On 15 March 2020 there were 3 positive covy cases in Honduras. At the same time a woman flew in from Spain to attend a family baby shower.
On 22 March there were 26 covy cases. On 30 March there were 110 cases. On 8 April there were 312. Then covy got busy. On 28 April the cases jumped to 702. Today, 15 May 2020, there are 2,318 covy cases and 138 covy deaths.
Honduras’ population is only 8 million folks. Needless to say, the country is still on lockdown that began on 15 March 2020. Two months ago.
702 positive covy cases in Honduras this morning with 57 deaths. Not much compared to the US of Northamerica. But enough to keep the country on lock-down until next month. A bit of good news for the Children’s Home is the potential repair of our well pump so that we can have potable running water access 24/7. A representative of the Home’s benefactor with subsequent constuction 4 years ago came by Sunday to review the building. I had emailed the gentleman after returning from the States in January explaining the problem and the lack of money for repair. He never answered. Until this past Sunday. He must have heard my prayers.
I moved into the Children’s Home complex a year ago April 1, 2019. I left for my three-month road trip May 3rd. I returned home to Honduras from the US of North America on August 6th. In October I was hospitalized with Dengue Fever. I returned to the USNA in November 2019 for a gall bladder surgery at the Seattle VA Hospital, the operation completed on New Years Eve. A flight back to Honduras on January 7, 2020 seven days post-op was a very painful experience. My friend and mentor, Sister Edith, died on February 15, 2020. I live alone at the Children`s Home now paying the rent that keeps the complex from being abandoned and prey to squatters and thieves. My friend Celeste keeps me sane. There are now 312 positive diagnosed covid-19 casas in Honduras, 2 of them in La Paz. We are in for a long haul.
We now have 110 confirmed positive coronavirus cases in Honduras, and the populace is still still under curfew. In my opinion, this will not end for months. It is now the norm to wear a face mask when out of the home and to maintain two-meter distances from others when in line to buy food or any other needed basic item. One must consider human survival on the planet to be existential.
Life is getting kind of hairy and scary around here. Two weeks ago, there were two confirmed positive cases of the coronavirus in Honduras. It was traced to a woman traveling from Spain to a family baby shower. This morning there are 26 confirmed cases. Last week the country quarantined its citizens, closing down public transit as well as nonessential businesses. Tomorrow the president has ordered all citizens to remain in their homes for a week, until 29 March. I have been stocking up on nonperishable beans and rice. The situation will of course get worse in the next couple of months. Last year my life was full of crises. This year begins with a gigantic existential tsunami of woe from which no one is immune.
Her presence is here. I have lived at the Children`
s Home for almost a year. Once when I was in a rare depressive state she emailed - Animo, animo, animo, she told me. Cheer up. Be brave. Many days we would discuss the church and its philosophy. As the years passed, Sister Edith brought me back from an abyss to rejoin my lost faith. I miss her very much. https://youtu.be/Poqcf0vn0qQ This is how I said goodbye to my dear friend and associate, Sister Edith Suazo Fernandez. She has gone to heaven to sit at the right hand of God.
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I returned yesterday night from Sister Edith’s burial. Hundreds of people visited the family home where everyone could say goodbye to my dear friend where she rested in her open coffin. The mortuary did a good job recreating her beauty and tranquility, even her small half-smile. You couldn`t tell if she was just asleep. More hundreds crowded into the local church for mass, people filling the doorways. When the pallbearers carried the casket to the cemetery, they plowed through the street crowded with more hundreds of trailing mourners as the sun set in shades of red and yellow. It was dark before the community that had come to pay their respects to a holy woman, a savior of children, dedicated to her God dispersed.
Edita once told me she had lived her life in 15s. She joined the Franciscan Congregation at 15 years old. She lived and worked as a nun for 15 years. Then she founded a missionary residence for at-risk children where she had taken care of unwanted and abandoned youngsters 24/7 for 15 years. And now, she said, what`s next. She admitted she was tired.