My Journey
To Honduras, Central America
Meeting Dilcia
February 22, 2002
Note: After posting this story, I was amazed by the
number of woman who contacted me via email. In fact, I went back
to Honduras with one of them the following year in February 2003,
to accompany her to meet her sponsored children! I have been
inspired to post their correspondence in the hopes that others
will also be inspired to sponsor child through Childreach. These
emails have been posted with permission. View
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My Story
I became a sponsor to Dilcia in October
of 2001. I had thought about
sponsoring a child for years. When I received a brochure in
the mail, I finally decided to "just do it".
When I
finally received my information packet and pictures of Dilcia, I
knew then my sponsorship was a lifetime commitment. I was so
excited! I framed her pictures and keep them in my office
where I look at them often. I couldn't get her off my mind.
I wanted to meet her in person. I wanted to be real to her as
well. I also wanted
to know exactly how my sponsorship money was being spent.
I made
the decision to travel to Honduras and meet Dilcia. My husband and friends thought I
was crazy! But, it didn't matter. I am stubborn and
when I decide to do something, I do it. I gave Childreach
(Plan International) notice of my intended visit. With their
assistance, I was able to make all the necessary arrangements to
meet Dilcia. I made my travel arrangements on the internet and
researched the country of Honduras extensively. I thought I had some idea
of what to expect, but never in my wildest dreams could I imagine
what was to come.
Then
the day came to fly to Honduras. My feelings were of fear,
anticipation and the unknown. I took all of the precautions
I could think off. I wore no jewelry, no flashy clothing and
kept my money on my body. I traveled alone to Honduras, a Spanish speaking country.
I had
only been studying Spanish for about three weeks, but I was
confident that I could get a taxi to my hotel. As a woman traveling alone
to a foreign country, I was a bit afraid. After landing in
Honduras, I sought out a yellow mini van taxi. I had read
that these are official taxi cabs. With the Spanish I had
learned, I easily asked the driver how much the fare was to my
hotel. I was astounded that we understood each other, as I had
only practiced Spanish on my husband. My driver was very
friendly and took me right to my hotel. You can imagine my
relief!
The
next morning, I was met at my hotel by Geovanna from Plan
International Honduras. Geovanna was my translator and Oscar
was our driver. He spoke no English. Geovanna was very
helpful and answered all of my questions. She really helped to put me at
ease. I am so thankful to her and Oscar, who by the way is
"an excellent driver".
Our vehicle was a newer SUV with
dark, tinted windows. I felt much more secure knowing people
couldn't see a scared, white, gringo girl inside. As we drove through the
capital city of Tegucigalpa, during morning rush hour, I realized
the intense need of Childreach services in Honduras. I saw the poverty and poor
living conditions. I saw starving animals and filth. I saw homes not fit for
living in. I saw homeless people, I saw disabled people and
children begging in the streets. These visions tore my heart
out. Geovanna explained that
we were driving through a very poor, ugly part of the city.
I
realized how fortunate and blessed I was. I am not a wealthy person
by American standards. I
am a working middle class person usually living paycheck to
paycheck. In fact, the trip was paid for on credit cards. It wasn't until this day
that I realized how rich I am and how much I could help.
As we
drove deeper into the countryside it started to rain and I was
nervous. The sky was
cloudy and dark. I was silent as my eyes and heart took it all
in. This place was nothing like America. It was as
though I had stepped into another world. I didn't know what to
expect when we reached Dilcia's village. The drive took about an
hour and a half. I was in the middle of Honduras, Central America!
As we
approached the small school house, my eyes filled with tears when
I saw all of the children waiting for me. The little faces of all
shapes and sizes looking out the open windows and waiting on the
porch, which was decorated with
balloons and hand made streamers. As I stepped out of the
vehicle I was greeted with smiling faces, cheers and applause. I was overcome with
emotion. The greeting
was so warm and genuine, the smiles so happy. They were so happy to see me.
I was
then led into the small, cinderblock schoolhouse. The room was filled with
more smiling faces of children and adults. There was a large handmade
banner on the front wall that said "Bienvenida
Leslie Glass" in bright red letters which means
"Welcome Leslie Glass".
There was a large bouquet of locally grown roses, later
presented as a gift to me.
Then I
saw her, the beautiful face
that I had grown to love so dearly. Introductions were made. Dilcia was quite shy and
seemed afraid of me at first. I
did not push her for fear of making her afraid. We were seated in the front row for
the reception that the school had planned for me. I was greeted and spoken
to by each of the community leaders. Everyone was so sincere in
their appreciation. Each
of the community leaders introduced themselves and told me of all
the things that Childreach had done for their community
such as building the schoolhouse we were in. They gave a
presentation of how Plan Money had been spent in the community.
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I was
introduced to Dilcia's mother and
grandmother who were also a bit shy. Grandmother spoke. She thanked me and blessed
me. She told me that
I had brought the rain. This
is a farming community that had been enduring drought for a very
long time. That day,
I guess I was a rainmaker. I
had never been happier for rain and from now on when it rains I
will rejoice.
The
children, individually and in groups, sang me songs and recited
poetry. It was awesome. The
local teacher told me that she had been a sponsor child. She went on to finish high
school and college and then returned to the community to
teach. College educations are free in Honduras but not many
children actually make it through high school. Just knowing
that this young teacher was able to suceed and go on to help
others do the same was proof to me that I could help. I could make a difference
in one child's life.
You can make a difference too! I urge anyone reading this to
sponsor a
child.
After the reception we went to Dilcia's home, a small three room
cinderblock construction with a door and two windows. The room was very clean
but baron. It had a
small table and on it was a threadbare, pink tablecloth and a
small mason jar filled with wild flowers. There were two plastic
chairs, a table and nothing more.
The two bedrooms were curtained off. I did not ask to see
them as I felt it would be an intrusion on their privacy.
I then
presented the gifts that I had brought, nothing elaborate, just
simple things like hats, tee shirts, flashlight, school supplies
and stuffed animal. For
Dilcia I had brought a baby doll, baby blanket and baby bottle
that I bought at a second hand store. When I gave her this doll
she was filled with such excitement and joy that she ran to me and
hugged me with all of her strength.
It was such a simple gift that brought such great joy to us
both. I was filled up
with feelings I can't describe, watching that child cradle and
rock that baby doll with such love.
The baby doll broke the ice.
You would have thought I had given the child the moon and
the stars.
I also
brought pictures from home. We
sat down with Damaris on my lap,
and I showed them things they had never seen before. Ice fishing, snow, animals
of the prairie like bison, deer, turkeys, groundhogs, and wild
horses. Even though
we could only communicate through the translator, words were not
needed. You can't
translate laughter. Laughter
and joy is a universal language.
I had
learned from Geovanna that I was Dilcia's third sponsor. Her previous sponsors did
not stay committed to her. I
asked Geovanna to tell Dilcia that I would be her sponsor until
she grew up, and that I was committed to her. She smiled and I knew that
I could make a difference. Then,
sadly it was time to go and we said our goodbyes.
As we
drove away I thought to myself
"I wish that every single person could commit to one
child, because together the difference would be amazing". No child should ever
suffer. I have been changed by the experience and it will be with
me forever. I would
not hesitate a second to do it all over again. After all it
was an adventure of a lifetime! View the
Adventure Gallery.
Leslie
Glass
North Dakota, USA

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