This is Cooper (in the middle of picture). He is my 9 year old son who just spent an amazing week working in Honduras. He built houses, fed hungry people, made LOTS of new friends and even went to the dump with me. I think it is a HUGE blessing for my children to get to go to Honduras. I have no doubt Cooper was affected in a positive way by this trip.
One afternoon after spending an entire day playing with kids from one of the poor villages in Honduras, I noticed something was really bothering Cooper. I asked him if he was okay, and he couldn’t talk … he was choked up. I just held him tight. Later that night he wrote in his little journal he was keeping the following message.
“Today in Honduras I went to the medical clinic. I met a girl named Stephanie. I was very sad that I won’t get to see her for another year. She had holes in the bottom of her shoes. I wish I could let her have mine. I cried for about 30 minutes because I won’t see her until next year. I wish I could pack her in my suitcase and take her home. I already miss her very much and that was my day.”
Of course Lea and I were touched by his words. Had his shoes not been twice the size of Stephanie’s, I’m sure he would have left them.