It’s been a week of contrasts.
From a wonderful Christmas party in prison, where we were moved to tears by songs
of grace and the Christmas message; to continuing the tradition of baking Christmas
cookies with old friends; to hearing that one of my boys (now adult) in Brazil is
dead...
I remember the 8 year old
Paulo I got to know a little over 19 years ago at Minha Casa (a residential project for streetboys in Fortaleza). And
I remember how my heart was wrecked by his desperate question of: “why do you
have to leave, tia (auntie)?” as I was saying goodbye. Knowing him changed my
life, and that moment changed how I viewed my future. It led me to ending up
living in Brazil for most of my 20s because I didn’t want to be one who “left”,
but be one who was stable and safe.
Now that little boy
turned adult is no more. He had a beautiful smile, a contagious personality and
was so very easy to love. And he was so very loved by all of those who had the
privilege of knowing him. I pray for his family who have experienced more loss
then they ever should have had to live through, and I pray that his children
will grow up making choices for life and future.