Another Honduran Story

We are nearing the end of another hot, smoky dry season.  At least, we hope we are nearing the end.  The water from the city does not come every day like it does in the U.S.  Sometimes, it only comes once every eight days.  That is not enough for a children's home and we have to have water trucked in. 

In addition to the water not coming very often, one of the city pipes near our gate got broken by a dump truck.  Therefore, even when the city water came through, we were not getting any.  Neither were our neighbors.  Pamela said she was out.  Dennis said his family was out, as were many others.

Today, Dennis went to find out when the pipe might be fixed.  He was told no one knew because the city did not have the money to buy the parts.  Marc told Dennis to make a list of what was needed and one of us would go buy the parts.  One little part was all that was needed.  It cost 35 lempiras, or $1.85.  And some of you think, your city is broke.  We gladly purchased it.  And I don't think the city will reimburse us.

Dennis, not one of the city employees, then went out in the street to work on the pipe.  After Brayan and Antonio finished their homework, Dennis asked if they could come help and I said yes.  The three of them worked all afternoon.  When the boys came in for showers, they were really dirty.  But Brayan was beaming from ear to ear.  He was quite proud of himself.

Shortly after 8:00, the city water began to come through.  We should have full tanks in the morning.

Terri