Vision Honduras


- Can you see what I see?

Close your eyes.

Wait.  Open them…  to read.

Against a green, mountainous background in 90 degree temperatures, imagine a thousand God moments of…

  • a wonderful, gifted team…
  • good people.  everywhere…
  • bartering for, peeling and eating sweet, finger size banana’s…
  • listening to rocks rolling under crashing ocean waves…
  • a church sanctuary full of people patiently waiting for a chance at sight…
  • banana trees…
  • machetes…
  • men and children riding donkeys and horses carrying containers for water…
  • geckos….  everywhere (insert brief screaming here)…
  • thin cows, horses and donkeys freely and closely grazing along highway ditches…
  • laughing…  a lot…
  • dogs running freely…
  • putting stickers on children…
  • blisters…
  • the freshest cut, sweetest pineapple dripping from your chin…
  • refried beans, fresh tortilla’s, rice and Coke Lite…
  • trees planted close together to suffice as pasture fence posts…
  • vultures…
  • dirt roads…
  • palm trees…
  • bright coral, yellow and robin’s egg blue casa’s (homes)…
  • an unexpected and not recommended up close look at a coral snake (insert machete here)…
  • a funeral casket shop…
  • 175 children eating bowls full of food packaged by Kids Against Hunger…
  • a six year old boy who smiled as he pointed at an image across the room when he received his eye glasses…
  • municipal workers cutting road ditches with machetes…
  • cars, semi’s, bicycles, trucks, vans and motorcycles maneuvering like bumper cars on nameless and signless  paved roads…
  • pot holes as big as a bumper car…
  • flocks and flocks of chickens…
  • the whitest laundry hanging from clothes lines everywhere …
  • opening my backpack to ensure my roll of toilet paper still exists…
  • a boat on named ‘Jeff’…
  • holding a week old baby while her mother received eye glasses…
  • extreme poverty…
  • children with bashful smiles…
  • our team distributing 1,000 pair of eyeglasses in three days…
  • jalapeno relish…
  • widow maker showers…
  • dust…
  • one small, long haired feeder pig…
  • hammocks hanging from trees…
  • broken jar lined walls around homes…
  • eight people living in a 8′ by 8′ room…
  • peopled lined around two blocks waiting for eye glasses…
  • carrying water to flush toilets…
  • no electricity…
  • no faucet water…
  • coffee bean plants…
  • water, but no electricity…
  • waiting…
  • a praying mantis…
  • dusty, sandaled feet…
  • hanging our clothes to dry on a roof top clothes line…
  • children carrying gathered bundles of wood on their shoulders…
  • women cooking over open fires…
  • semi automatic and shot gun toting store and bank guards…
  • children playing soccer in a field with a flat ball…
  • people waiting for hours behind a tall, black wrought iron gate, hoping to receive eye glasses…
  • bottled water for drinking and brushing teeth…
  • swimming in the cool of the Caribbean Sea…
  • the little girl with no buttons to hold her sailor dress on…
  • a scorpion (add screaming here, too)…
  • 96 year old Gregoria Orello:  the very beautiful Mayan woman who walked 20 miles to receive eye glasses…
  • Honduran Army check points…
  • riding in the back of a pickup with luggage for five hours in 97* heat…
  • standing sewage pools…
  • children walking to school in white and navy school uniforms…
  • unpaved city and village roads packed with field rock…
  • children singing Sunday School songs…
  • a teacher walking 12 hours with her students to receive eye glasses…
  • giving away quilts…
  • giving away hugs…
  • red, three wheeled, canopied taxi cabs…
  • children with no shoes…
  • waking up to crowing roosters six feet from the window…
  • learning to count Lempira (currency)…
  • giving people in need new crutches, canes, walkers and wheel chairs…

And, ‘”God willing…”‘ as our Honduran friends would say, I can’t wait until next year.

kay (smiling)


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Wow, Kay, your words pack a punch…in the gut and in the heart. I am looking forward to hearing your stories, your impressions, your thoughts about this experience, which seems to have really touched you. Not sure quite how I’d be able to handle the snakes or the geckos or for sure the poverty. Glad you are back.

M and M

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