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By Chanel Marin

Ledi never lets us leave her house without enjoying a cup of coffee, bread, and a small meal.  When she serves our plate, we always receive the biggest portion, even though she struggles financially.  Last week on an afternoon visit, she served our dinner and proceeded to serve a plate of food for the homeless man she told us comes to her home for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. When we asked about the plate of food, her response was, “We must always give of what we have because God has given us everything and we don’t know why or for how long.”

That statement sums up the general attitude of the Honduran culture of giving. It is rare to enter a home inHonduraswithout being offered Coca Cola, coffee, cookies, bread, or a plate of food by the family who welcomes you.  This includes people who have become our friends as well as people we’ve just met.  They can be families from the upper middle class or friends from the more humble communities in which we work.  Ironically, I have found that those with the least offer the most.  This, to me, has been one of the greatest gifts I’ve received from my experience here. 

I originally chose to do a year of service because I wanted to give to those with less, yet my time here has shown me that I will gain so much more from the people I serve than I can ever possibly give.  In a country where so many have so little, the small gifts individuals make for the benefit of others shows an empathy unrivaled by any place I have known.

Even the children show a kindness that I have never witnessed before.  When you give a child candy or a snack, they will invariably pack half and bring it home for their brother or sister.  It is incredible to see a child with so little so willing to give their small gift to a sibling. 

I have learned to let go of the possessions I own with an understanding that they are just that, possessions: a worthless thing that in the end holds no value.  I came to give my time and my energy without knowing how much more the people would give me through their gestures and actions. 

“Do you want more tortillas?” Ledi asks as she puts two more on my plate before letting me answer.  “How about some Coke?…Mariela! Go buy some Coke.” She sends her daughter to buy a bottle even though she has already served us coffee and cookies before serving dinner.  I smile at her, eating and drinking everything she serves, understanding that through this gift she expresses her gratitude for the blessings she has.

Chanel Marin is a Passionist Volunteer serving in Honduras (2010-11)

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By Sean Clores

Coming back from a tough day, I was in a really down mood. It felt like I wasn’t making any progress and almost as if I didn’t belong here. As I reached the church grounds, I saw a few kids from St Theresa’sBasicSchool. San Jay and Kemara, two five year olds, came running out to greet me. “Uncle Sean ! Uncle Sean!.” No matter what mood I’m in, it’s really difficult to stay that way when in the presence of these children.

They were both very insistent that I come to their classroom. This usually happens anytime I go there but today was different. Today, they were really insistent. I needed to get my mind off the rest of the day anyway, so I decided to go with them. As we walked down the sidewalk, Kemara went running into the classroom and then quickly returned. Something was going on but I couldn’t figure it out. Getting closer and closer, I started to hear chanting from the classroom. Being caught off guard, I continued to try and make out what they were saying. “SEAN A COME. SEAN A COME!!” They were chanting for me. As I walked into the classroom, all forty kids let out a big YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!  They came sprinting and practically knocked me off my feet as they came to hug me. I felt like a rock star. It’s almost like they knew I had a tough day and wanted me to know that they appreciated me being there.

 I’ve always loved working with kids. There is a genuine happiness associated with them that sometimes gets lost as we grow older. Even being surrounded with so much negativity and heartache, these children find a way to be happy.

 My role as a volunteer is to be present to the people. In being present, we give a dignity and hope to people who might have lost it at some point along the way. Sometimes, I need that hope restored too. These children do that for me. They bring back the smile to my face when it’s hard to have one. They bring back the hope when it seems like there isn’t much. What do I do for them? I show up and spend time with them, and that’s all they want. I’ll take that deal any day of the week.

Sean Clores is a Passionist Volunteer serving in Jamaica