So we provided meals for the volunteers and for anyone else passing by who seemed to need food. We talked to police officers and locals walking by, we walked down to the ocean to see the distruction, we looked into faces and tried to think of encouraging things to say. One group of boys kept hanging around wanting food and they were told by the missionaries to put on yellow vests with us and collect trash in the streets for 30 minutes to earn a lunch. We would have just given it to them, but perhaps the local missionaries knew them. They were the cutest kids and were so proud of the 5 bags of trash they collected that they posed for photos. Construction workers came by and took food, some polite, some not. Overall it was a great experience that I would jump to do again. My husband may go up next weekend if he can work out his work schedule. I feel different upon my return. More patient, more thankful, more loving. However temporary this shot in the arm is I will take it. I can't think of a better was to spend our Thanksgiving weekend than by showing thanks through giving. The day after traditions will have to wait until next week.
|These were the cute local trash collectors|
|My Little Boy and half a house|
|These dingy mini flags were in all the yards|
|A collection of shovels|
|Beach front property is no longer a priority for me|
|My boy and me|
|He was such a solid worker. Never complained once.|