So the day finally arrived! I am officially back in Honduras, my country, my land. I have such a love for this country that came flooding back to me as soon as I stepped off the plane. I want to dedicate my life to it in some way, and it will be very difficult for me to leave.
On the plane I flew in from San Salvador to Tegucigalpa, I sat next to a young boy from Chicago who spent his summers in Honduras. His name was Isaac, and he was very friendly and intelligent. We chatted in Spanish and English to each other on the plane, and to pass the time we decided to rip off a magazine cover of two business men and doodle on their faces. The image of the beautiful final product is below (sorry for the rotation):
As silly as this may seem, this was really fun for me. It is so important to engage a child in something that interests him or her, encouraging and developing their aspirations. This looks like a doodle, but it was a collaborative effort between an adult and a little boy that was mutually beneficial. He got attention, encouragement, and fun, and I received the joy of his company. I can't wait to visit the orphanage and entertain the kids with painting and games. It is so incredible good for both parties involved. Kids should never be ignored.
Being back in Tegucigalpa, I also immediately noticed the poverty. I wish I could combat it on a wide scale. I feel like my contribution to the orphanage, though helpful, is small in relation to the woes of Honduras. The nation is desperately poor, and I wish dearly that in my life I can do something to benefit this country. It is a kind and traditional people who deserve the best, and I hope one day I can bring something good to my homeland. It would be a dream of mine to tidy up the city, organize transportation, establish clean but efficient industry, and promote agricultural prowess. One day, maybe, this country will be as glorious as its people.
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