Resilience and The Human Spirit

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Fifteen years ago, Josue Martinez’s house caught fire and most of his body was burned. Josue was only five years old and has few memories of the accident. However his mom remembers it clearly and has kept track of his ongoing recovery which has included over 65 operations.

Josue spent the first couple of weeks in a hospital in Comayagua but was then transferred to Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras where he and his mother spent six months. Treatment for burns is challenging and excruciating enough in the United States but in the Third World supplies are extremely limited and techniques are often decades behind. Josue’s mother recalls receiving money from a family member and making the decision to purchase Josue’s cream rather than food for herself, and existing on water for weeks.

Fortunately, Josue and his mother were introduced to The Ruth Paz Foundation and they were able to send him for treatment at Shriner’s Hospital for Children. And so began his journey back and forth between two countries.

I’m amazed by Josue’s inner strength and positive attitude and asked him to share his story.  He said he “overcame many obstacles by looking at things from another point of view such as the things he can do, rather than what he can not do.” He gave much credit to his family who he said “raised him as a common child” which made him feel like a “normal boy.” Josue also remembers the time when he was very young and a man told him “what others see as an excuse, you see as a challenge.”

Josue had once dreamed of joining the military, but since he has lost a hand he would not be accepted. He has changed focus and is studying to be an engineer and perhaps one day, an entrepreneur. As a child, he feared he would be discriminated and would not have a girlfriend. He can laugh at it now and acknowledges “that hasn’t been a problem.”

Josue has always believed “God has a purpose for me.” I feel so fortunate to have been introduced to this young man who inspires me and teaches me every time we’re together. As Ogwo David Emenike said, “there are some people who walk into your life and shed a new light into your entire being. Be grateful to such people.” Thank you, Josue.


This holiday season…it’s your choice.

Honduran Family

Change a life, change a community…what speaks to your heart? Looking for a way to simplify holiday gift giving and truly make a difference in the world, we have an opportunity for you.

Esperanza has been working in Honduras for the past 15 years and the need has never been greater. We can’t change it all but we continue to listen to the needs, fulfill the requests we are able, and do our part improving the lives of others.

We recently returned from a trip to Honduras where we spent time with leaders in the community who expressed their desires to start a feeding program because many students go to school without eating, enrolling more students into school who can’t afford it, and building a sports court to offer the youth a healthy and safe activity. All these ideas align with our mission to provide medical and educational assistance, and to address the physical, emotional and social needs of the children.

We continue our work with individual patients and their families. During one clinic, Tom detected heart murmurs in two brothers. After visiting their home, we learned from their mother that another child has a heart issue and one sibling died from cardiac disease. We also spent a great deal of time with a 15 year old boy who is battling brain cancer. Treatment is difficult enough in the States, but when you’re living in poverty it is exacerbated…traveling by bus, waiting in lines, the inability to purchase medication. Another child in need of medical care is a 13 year old boy who witnessed a shooting four years ago and was so traumatized, he has stopped talking. In a place where it’s day to day survival, mental health is not on the top of their priority list. Fortunately, the family accepted our offer for counseling and have met with a trustworthy psychologist who we hope can make a difference for this child.

This holiday season, experience the true meaning by giving freely without expecting anything in return. “Live simply so others may simply live.” Mother Teresa

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It’s Time To Go Back


At the end of the month, we will be returning to our home in Honduras. I’m busy collecting medical supplies, medicine, books, computers, clothes, shoes, and crafts. As I think of all our friends, patients, and students, I’m filled with excitement! I can’t wait to share my love, energy and resources, but I also realize this trip is for me.

Although Honduras is on my mind every single day, life can still get too comfortable here and the intense feelings often fade. We’ve witnessed the harsh realities of living in the third world and the daily struggles people endure. They do not complain the way we do here, are incredibly resilient, and Hondurans have such a strong faith. Truly the experiences have shaped my life and given me a greater perspective of how fortunate I am to have been born in the U.S.A.

I need to go back to see and feel life in Honduras. This is what continues to inspire me to spread the word about Esperanza and the work we are doing to improve the lives of others. With your financial support, we have changed (and saved) lives by offering medical and educational opportunities. We have brought clean water to our village, built a police station and playgrounds, and made improvements to the schools, health and community center. Maybe you’d like to join us and experience this first hand or perhaps you’d like to be involved in a different way. I promise you it will have significant impact on you, as well as, those you help.

“Be nice to people…maybe it’ll be unappreciated, unreciprocated , or ignored, but spread love anyway. We rise by lifting others.” Germany Kent

No longer for the American dream


In the past, many Hondurans fled their country for the U.S., in search of “paradise” Now, the two main reasons are fleeing violence with the hopes of pleading asylum, and living in extreme poverty. It has truly become a humanitarian crisis.

Honduras continues to have one of the highest murder rate in the world outside a war zone. Organized crime associated with drug trafficking and illegal weapons has increased since Honduras has become a major transshipment point. Gangs have instituted a “war tax” to extort money from individuals and businesses. People are kidnapped and held for ransom. Non payment results in losing your home or business, and death. Children are forced to join a gang or flee for their lives. Women are exploited in sex trafficking and forced labor.

Over 65% of Hondurans live on less than $2.00 per day. Many lack access to clean water, educational opportunities or medical care. There is no government “safety net” which provides food or housing assistance. Peasant farmers lose their land to international agro-industrial firms. Parents cannot afford to feed or house their children.

Perhaps now you will understand why thousands of desperate Hondurans risk their lives to travel 16,000 miles to the U.S. They are willing to walk many of these miles, along with riding buses through Guatemala, and clinging to the roof of “The Beast” (train) in Mexico, followed by swimming or riding a raft in the Rio Grande. During the journey they are faced with robbery, rape, accidents and murder. The economic and safety situation in Honduras has become intolerable.

Building a wall is not the answer. The Honduran government needs to uncover impunity and address the deep corruption. The United States needs to impose human rights and anti-corruption conditions on their foreign aid. Until the situation is improved in Honduras, no amount of danger and fear of deportation will dissuade immigrants from leaving their daily struggles of facing crime, violence and desperate living conditions.





Accepting my limitations


Recently I saw the movie “Lion,” a story about a five year old Indian boy who got lost on the streets of Calcutta. As I sat there mesmorized by “Saroo,” my mind wandered to our hometown in Honduras, and a little boy named “Raul.” Although their stories are quite different, they share similarities in being quite charming, resourceful and have the innate ability to survive. Both boys are from impoverished countries, where living day to day is a constant struggle. They wear tattered clothes, are often shoe less and entertainment is playing in feces filled water. Saroo and Raul live with their mothers and siblings in dilapidated structures without the conveniences of running water or electricity.

Since watching the movie I have been thinking of Raul and wondering how he’s surviving and if I will see him next month when we return to Honduras. I’ll always remember the first day he stood outside our gate, looking malnourished and yellow-eyed, yet still with a radiant smile. He looked familiar and then I remembered I had met him and his sister at the one room school house in the nearby mountain area. Raul explained to me that they were no longer attending school because they didn’t have enough money and his sister (12 years old) was now the sole breadwinner for the family of eight.

I accompanied Raul home, met with his mother and received her permission to enroll him in school. His teacher joined me when I bought his school uniform, shoes and books. I was thrilled to get him off the streets, in a structured/nurturing environment where I hoped he’d have the chance to learn the basics. Unfortunately, my dream was short lived.

On one of my following trips, Raul was right back at our door, explaining he hadn’t eaten in days. He was no longer in school and his sister was out of work because she was suffering from an infection in her mouth. My husband, a pediatrician, was able to examine Dania and give her an antibiotic, and soon she was feeling much better and back to her job. I struggled with what to do with Raul…it was easy to give him food but I knew it was a temporary fix.

We met with some leaders from the community to ask their opinions of what could be done for Raul and his family. They explained that although there was an orphanage in our town, the mother would have to agree and give her permission for the children to move in. Unfortunately, she struggles with alcohol abuse, is without a job and relies on her daughter’s income to survive. They do not have access to resources such as soup kitchens, food pantries or insurance and therefore, an orphanage was out of the question.

Sadly, there’s not much I can do to change Raul’s tragic situation. I’m in his life for only short glimpses of time, but I continue to hope that these moments he is felt loved and that he has the strength to hold on, and survive.





dscn0455Last month we traveled to Honduras for the dedication of the well in Mira Flores. Since we first began our mission work, one of our greatest goals has been to bring clean water to people without access to life’s basic necessity.

It has been an incredible learning process for us as we have lived beside people who spend hours of their days walking with containers, to stand in long lines, waiting at spigots for the water to slowly drip.

The more we learned, the harder it became. Unlike our neighbors, we have read the reports at the local health center which states the “potable” water is filled with e. coli and “not fit for human consumption.”

We witnessed the devastating effects of drinking contaminated water including malnutrition, vomiting, diarrhea, parasites and even death. We tried to educate the community to kill the bacteria by chlorinating or boiling the water only to learn they couldn’t afford chlorine, wood or electricity. And our inner struggle would continue of how unjust it was that we could return to our home which is always stocked with a five gallon jug of purified water.

We have spent years meeting with community leaders, town officials and experts within country and the U.S., and put many of their recommendations into practice. Progress would be made and then another obstacle and set back would occur. We’d struggle with cultural differences and expectations and question ourselves if this project was realistic. Just when we thought we had exhausted all efforts, our eyes were opened to a new opportunity which seemed obtainable.

Last November we met with the folks in the barrio of Mira Flores which had no access to water. At that time, we asked the community if they would be interested, and willing to be involved, in constructing a well. We had the opportunity to see people step forward and assume leadership roles so that their neighborhood could seek independence and legally form their own “Patranato” (governing body) Board.

We were fortunate to contract an engineer with 40 years of experience who kept us informed and involved with every step from selecting the site, deeding the land, obtaining permits, working with the electric company, constructing the platform for the holding tank and digging the ditches for the pipes.

We traveled to Honduras in February and June so we could be directly involved and our presence insured the community that this project was real.

In September, we were invited guests to the dedication of the well. The community took pride in putting on a full affair with dignitaries invited, a mariachi band hired, refreshments served, and a ribbon cutting and ceremonial plaque displayed. After an opening prayer and the church choir performing, the history of Mira Flores’ development was read. This was followed by the Honduran national anthem. As we sat looking out to the crowd, tears welled in our eyes. It was more than just a dream come true.

The people had come to express their appreciation to us, and the people of Pilgrim Church. We looked back at them with the greatest sense of awe knowing the commitment, determination and grueling work they willingly offered to make this happen. They truly valued the importance of clean water and knew their health (and their children’s) would significantly improve, and generations would benefit. Our lives have been so enriched by knowing people who face insurmountable obstacles on a daily basis with such faith, resiliency and gratitude. How true the words are “it is in giving, you receive”…we have received the greatest gift from our work in Honduras, our “purpose in life.”



A bittersweet Mother’s Day


The thought of losing a child is unbearable, and if it were your only two that you lost together, just incomprehensible. Today is Mother’s Day and while I’m celebrating with my sons, my thoughts are also with Maria Elena in Honduras. This is the first Mother’s Day she will have to endure without her sons, Hector (8) and Cesar (12), who were struck by a car last September while walking home from school.

The village of Flores is divided by a main highway and people cross it every day to attend school, purchase things at the pulperia, and to collect their water at the spigot. Since this tragedy, the barrio of Mira Flores gathered together to hire a van to transport their children across this dangerous road to school, fearing the loss of another child.

For the past 10 years we have been trying to bring clean water to the entire community of Flores. We have sent experts from the U.S., worked with local officials and organizations within country, and hit one road block after another. It felt as though we had exhausted all our efforts and were ready to give up, and then Hector and Cesar died. We became re-energized and determined to do this project in honor of them, and not have their deaths in vain. The project is also for their mom…wanting her to know that their memories will be kept alive and giving her hope, and something to live for.

Under the leadership of Mita Gomez and many dedicated neighbors, and with the expertise of Antonio Hasbun and others at Inersiones Diversas, the well has been drilled in Mira Flores. Members of the community are in the process of building the platform for the holding tank, and later a transformer will be installed.

We’re thankful for the financial support from Pilgrim Congregational Church U.C.C. in Lexington and many generous supporters of Esperanza in making this dream a reality. I look forward to being in Mira Flores next month, and presenting a plaque to Hector and Cesar’s parents, which will be placed at the well…and having my first taste of clean water.