Another moment this week, we taught that lady I wrote about last time. She opened up to me about the hardships of her life. Or another moment sitting in the fire station and talking to the guys about the plan of salvation. Or another moment when we ran into the elders on the street but then left them mid-sentence to street a spunky looking girl who is now going to be meeting with us tonight. The moments are real and these people are real. I certainly have grown to love them.
They compliment us often for the sacrifice we've made to come here, but they don't really realize what we've gone through for them. They don't really know how hard it can be. I have sacrificed so much for these people- I've gone though SO much for them. But because of that, I love them that much more. It's worth it because they're worth it. These moments are really worth it and the other reality is that I now only have a little bit more than 2 weeks to enjoy every last moment. Every last screech of the villamos every last kick out of a building, every climb up 10 stories, every last knelt prayer. Every moment is worth it and leads to another hundred worth-while moments.
That's the reality.Szeretlek mindig,