Neighbor
Behind our house is a little pink “house” that Andre, Dona(Mrs) Laura, Laura, Zinada, and Kenia live in. Right outside is a big woodpile that Laura (pronounced Loud-a) and Dona Laura replenish everyday as the scavenge through the neighborhood for wood that is big enough to burn but small enough to carry in a bundle on their heads.
Dona Laura turned 80 this year, and I am guessing that Laura is in her mid-forties. Laura and Andre are two of twelve children of Dona Laura, and Sinada and Kenia are Laura’s daughter. Are you confused yet? This gives you a brief glimpse into this family that has about 100 interconnecting relationships and most of them in our neighborhood. We are still learning new things.
Andre has three cows that graze behind our house, and is the overseer (cuidador) for our property. He provides safety and security for us, sweeps out driveway, delivers our electric bill, and recently has given us soil so we can plant a few plants.
Laura makes food and sells it to the students at the University across the street from us (think very old California grade school with bars instead of windows). She and he daughters have attended our Bible study since it started, she has a great smile, and will laugh easily. She is the kind of person you feel comfortable with even when you can’t really communicate.
I would show you a picture, but she and Stephen have a little game, where he tries to take a picture, and she just laughs and hides from him. She is a magnet in the neighborhood for the youth because she seems like the type who understands when parents don’t understand.
I want you to know these people because they are our friends, and they care for us in a way that we probably don’t even know as we live in a Nicaraguan community that we do not completely understand. So when I share the rest of the story, I hope you see that we were just giving back for what they have already given us.
Last Tuesday night when we were inviting neighbors to the movie, we stopped at the little pink house and talked with Laura. To make conversation I asked her what was for dinner. She told me that they did not have dinner tonight because they did not have any food. I know this happens all the time in Granada, in Nicaragua, in the world, but it is one of those things that when you know it personally it has a different effect.
I told Stephen and the first thing he said was “Let’s order a pizza for them”. We have a small ministry fund and it is for “such a time as this”. He got on the phone and ordered it. When it was delivered, and he handed it over to Andre, there were not enough “gracias” in the world! He was hugely thankful, and we were still taken back that right under our noses hunger abounds.
The next day we bought them a big bag of beans and rice. We have received the silence of people having pride of not wanting to be takers, but Andre came to the movie night, sat through the whole thing, and happily said that he really enjoyed it. Laura is even more of her friendly self, and a few days later we received a bag of milk from their cows, Paloma and Sinata.
We were blessed to be able to give to them and to hear of their need!