MickDermott
Small things, big grins.
Last year I was helping out at an orphanage in Sucre, Bolivia. On my first visit I was taken aback that their playing yard (a communal driveway) was littered with broken glass, but for many people in Bolivia this is probably just a normality. They nicknamed me 'El Cristo' and we played baseball with the only equipment they had; a flattened Coke bottle and a tennis ball. My little friend here had a bit of trouble on his feet and connecting with the ball, but it didn't faze him at all. A flattened bit of plastic, something that most disregard as rubbish certainly made his day. When I was only a little older than my friend here, my Dad said that sometimes the happiest people in the world have next to nothing. This certainly rang true in Sucre.
Small things, big grins.
Last year I was helping out at an orphanage in Sucre, Bolivia. On my first visit I was taken aback that their playing yard (a communal driveway) was littered with broken glass, but for many people in Bolivia this is probably just a normality. They nicknamed me 'El Cristo' and we played baseball with the only equipment they had; a flattened Coke bottle and a tennis ball. My little friend here had a bit of trouble on his feet and connecting with the ball, but it didn't faze him at all. A flattened bit of plastic, something that most disregard as rubbish certainly made his day. When I was only a little older than my friend here, my Dad said that sometimes the happiest people in the world have next to nothing. This certainly rang true in Sucre.