I hung around the compound today. There were plenty of people who had not been door knocking, so I gave them the opportunity to do so.
I’ve made friends with some of the preachers kids – Manuel – 9, Diego – 6, and Amanda – 4. All very good kids. I did borrow Terry’s Spanish book to practice my poor pronunciation of Spanish on them.
I helped Jacob, Jeremy and Phil water the crowd. Basically we go outside of the gate with a 5 gallon water tank and 4 cups and give water to the people. We resue the cups multiple times while we’re out there.
We had hotdogs for lunch and spaghetti for supper. Food has been good. You’d be surprised what you can make – especially when you have 2 EL Salvadorian women helping you.
Speaking of help, we found help with Herson – who was able to speak English having lived in LA for 9 years. He helped tremendously with the gate – letting people in and out.
The gate is sorta hard to describe. Its a big metal door with a closeable window. All around people are lined up with very little room – pushing to get in the doors. Greg has been working the gate – only letting a certain amount in at a time. But he got sick today and was out of commission. The school principal has given out numbers to people wishing to get medical attention. So we take them when their number is up.
We make special exceptions for bad cases. For example someone came in with a bullet in his cheek. Obviously it had been there for a long time since the skin grew over it. So he is coming back tomorrow to get it removed.
I can’t wait until we get to the hotel on Thursday night. We are going sightseeing on Thursday instead of Friday as previously planned because of Good Friday holiday. Everyone goes to the beach on that holiday.
I gave Oscar Kevin’s Creative Graphics hat. Oscar started off as a cute kid, but I have mixed feelings about him. Perhaps he is just using us to get what he wants. Maybe poorer people are greedy because they have less. I don’t know. Oscar’s family bugged Phil for a bear that another child got after Bible class. Oscar got a puzzle, but apparently wasn’t satisfied with it. Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers. And I mean that literally.
I’m tire of writing. More will come later on.