Today I built a house. And I didn't even break a nail!
Today our team split in to two, and made our way to the village of Parrojas (pa-RO-has), which is about 12000 ft about sea level. (We were in the clouds!) The team I was on was building a house for a women with three children, who currently lived in a tin shack. So in my girly work gloves, I can honestly say that I held up walls, nailed in nails, ratcheted (?) bolt thingys, and painted. Meanwhile, the children and mother watched eagerly & gratefully.
On Sunday night when our team got stuck in Pampay, I was struck by the fact that we, cold, wet and tired, would (eventually!) be returning to our warm, dry hotel room to take a hot shower and snuggle in to our beds. Meanwhile, the men of Pampay who helped push out the van were also cold, wet and tired. The difference being, they would return to their cold, wet, muddy homes to sleep on a dirt floor or old mattress if they were lucky.
What a privilege it was to know that thanks to the money donated by the Met, and the hard work of our team, two families would now be blessed with a dry place to sleep.
~cr
awww...ohhhh....awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...these were the comments of my children as I read this to them tonight. Thanks for sharing this experience with us.
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Carla
From Gracie:
ReplyDeleteum...you could take some fabric or skins and stuff them with corn husks and then people could sew them together to make a mattress or pillows or even dolls. That's what the pioneers would do.
Gracie, I adore you. Keep reading... more to come about the house!
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