Balm for this battered soul. It is a beautiful and very old building in the midst of tear downs and I hope it doesn't meet the same fate. When I get home I would like to do some research on it. It was a comfort to hear the same old hymns as at home sung by a group of young Chinese who led the Mass and it was all in English. There were very few westerners. Afterwards I felt at peace. This situation is too big for me and it was a comfort to give it up to God.
We got to phone home and that was good. We heard from many friends yesterday and that was also good. We walked in the sun and the warmth of a spring day and had a good old girls talk. We got a cab there and back all by ourselves....pretty big deal. How lucky we are to be having this experience.
I spent quite a while talking to a 10 year old boy named Cannon yesterday who visited the foster home with his parents. He was practicing his English.......excellent by the way. He gets up at 630 and finishes school at 530 and does 1/2 days on Saturday. He says he is under a lot of pressure and has hours of homework assigned for everyday...........including summer holidays.
Here are some thoughts.......for all the orphans here there are many times more in Africa; Isabel gets more in a month for her allowance than the nannies make; millions of Chinese don't have access to Drs. or dentists. Count your blessings people.
Here are some photos of some more of the kids. The first is the one and only manny who works here. He needed a job to put his son thru school and approached Amanda for a job. He is so good with the children and they love him. We met him coming back from his walk with some of the little ones. The others are of the neighborhood where we are living. Brit tells me it is not middle but upper middle class.....class is big here. It is everywhere really.
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