We went to Lake Yojoa for the weekend. Jenny the blonde one on front and her girl Elisa, Vivian to my left with her baby girl and I. These are friends from Pier and they are the kind of people that are always looking for stupid things to laugh about and I mean REALLY LAUGH. So I popped out my beautiful mac book and started to play with the iphoto, - no windows doesn't have it - and this is what came out of our little photo session
9/15/07
I got High on Canopy Adrenaline!
Although Im not working at SP anymore, this gang is always planning dangerous sites to visit, its only to keep the normal way of life you live at ONGS. Risking your life to reach really faraway places... this time we did it for fun. So we went to RAWACALA a canopy place at Omoa, Cortes, where we hiked, climbed that mountain for an hour., and prooved ourselves completely out of shape. Never mind the bettings going on "underground" on who was actually going to make it to the top, as for me I reached last, well almost last... Check out this rich and virgin Merendon Mountains, the place is known as "el salto" The Jump! So JUMP with us to another SP adventure...
Me finally reaching the top
Me finally reaching the top
Our outragously overqualified British Chef Monicaand the food criminals Dr. David and Jamil
And that's how we celebrated our country's independence holidays7/2/07
A Mac or a PC
So I took the job at Excell Ogilvy and this wonderful girl at the office - I think she's the boss but she's so cool she don't seem like the big bad boss- asked me "So what platform do you prefer to work at, Mac or PC?" My eyes went huge and my heart started pumping. I was never before asked what kind of computer I would like, at any of my jobs. Yes I had a Mac at my previous job, but it was this Imac someone left behind, pretty old by the way and with absolutely no capacity...
You might be saying to yourself... what's the big deal? But for us, graphic designers, "creatives wanna bes", that is a mayor concern. Of course I said Mac. But with that simple question I knew I was at the right place. With people who care about how you feel and in a healthy enviroment.
I hope one day I be able to ask some rookie... what platform do you prefer?
6/30/07
La Partida - The Departure
Las hojas secas están por volar
Viene el viento y con caricias las levanta
Ha prometido que no serán más resquebrajadas
por el paso de la vida.
Abandonan aquel gris momento y se unen en vuelo.
La banca llora sobre el suelo húmedo
que dejaron las lluvias de otoño
¿Hacia donde vá el viento y de donde viene?
Unas veces somos hojas, otras veces somos bancas.
Departure
The dry leaves are about to fly
The wind arrives with caresses and sweeps them off ground
The wind has promised they will never again be smashed by life
They abandon grey memoirs and fly together.
The bench cries alone, standing on wet mud
left by autumn rains
¿Where does the wind go, where does it come from?
Sometimes we are leaves, sometimes we are benches.
Viene el viento y con caricias las levanta
Ha prometido que no serán más resquebrajadas
por el paso de la vida.
Abandonan aquel gris momento y se unen en vuelo.
La banca llora sobre el suelo húmedo
que dejaron las lluvias de otoño
¿Hacia donde vá el viento y de donde viene?
Unas veces somos hojas, otras veces somos bancas.
Departure
The dry leaves are about to fly
The wind arrives with caresses and sweeps them off ground
The wind has promised they will never again be smashed by life
They abandon grey memoirs and fly together.
The bench cries alone, standing on wet mud
left by autumn rains
¿Where does the wind go, where does it come from?
Sometimes we are leaves, sometimes we are benches.
6/10/07
Life Changing Moment
Years ago, I decided I was never, ever going back to advertising. And decided to become a misionaire, and go into the full time ministry, which I did for 4-5 years. Now, I feel an urge I can't explain to go back to my roots. Been offered a job at Excell Ogilvy as a creative copywriter for Coca-Cola and other worldwide brands. My days at Samaritan's Purse are getting grey and sad for all this counseling and not being able to present a real solution to these people is killing my strenght. Here at my country, people with aids can't get real good medicine, they're sending crap to the people here and expect us to give hope when we don't have the tools. Our customers are dying, not of aids but of all the other sicknesses that the pills produce. And if they are healthy because they have enough food, their families reject them. It's a no way out situation and I'm tired of giving bad news. If they call me, I probably will take the job.
2/15/07
I saw a Miracle
The little girl came to our Samaritan Center with her aunt. She didnot have the frightened look that we see on everyone else who come to get tested for AIDS. Her aunt though was in anguish. The twelve year old orphan was brave but the reactor could not lie, no matter how much I wished for it to be negative. The impact of giving such news is something I cannot describe. Some people are aware of their risk behavior and understand they had a part on it. But how do you explain a child that her parents not only left her alone in this earth but also left her in a living death herself. The unforgettable crystal-like breaking into a million pieces of an innocent eye. Her aunt told me she was infected probably by birth, and had never been on medication. 12 years, and alltough the test was positive for HIV, the girl was standing as healthy as anyone before me. She understood, she cried and she prayed with us. And as she left the building I thought to myself, this are the real life champions whose shirts are simply too big for us to wear.
En presencia de un Milagro
La niña de 12 años llegó al Centro Samaritano de la mano de su Tía. Su semblante no reflejaba el temor que traen todos los que cruzan esa puerta.
Pero su tía no podía hacer nada para esconder la angustia. Años atrás su hermana había muerto de SIDA y cuando nació “María” presentó problemas extraños, pero se normalizó. 12 años habían pasado ya y delante de nosotros esta niña fuerte, que sin medicamentos y sin saber su condición había sobrevivido al virus. Aida le practicó la prueba rápida y corrió en segundos el reactor indicando la presencia del intruso.
¿Cómo explicarle a una niña que tiene en su sangre una enfermedad sin cura? Que la ha tenido desde siempre… que no podrá vivir una vida normal…
Ha sido uno de los momentos más críticos de mi vida y admire la fortaleza de Aida para dar una noticia así. Yo misma había dado la noticia a tantos pero aunque el dolor que se siente y el asombro de la realidad cruda te persigue por días, jamás podré olvidar la escena en que los ojos de un inocente se quiebran al saber que sus propios padres no solo la dejaron huérfana sino muriendo en vida.
El preservativo no es 100% seguro, la fidelidad si.
“María” ama a Jesús, su familia se volcó a Dios con todas sus fuerzas y el milagro continúa. Entró al programa gratuito de medicamentos y su vida es normal. Dios le permita vivir hasta ver la cura, es su esperanza, como la de millones que luchan en todo el mundo, los verdaderos guerreros a los cuales nosotros los “sanos”, no les llegamos ni al tobillo.
En presencia de un Milagro
La niña de 12 años llegó al Centro Samaritano de la mano de su Tía. Su semblante no reflejaba el temor que traen todos los que cruzan esa puerta.
Pero su tía no podía hacer nada para esconder la angustia. Años atrás su hermana había muerto de SIDA y cuando nació “María” presentó problemas extraños, pero se normalizó. 12 años habían pasado ya y delante de nosotros esta niña fuerte, que sin medicamentos y sin saber su condición había sobrevivido al virus. Aida le practicó la prueba rápida y corrió en segundos el reactor indicando la presencia del intruso.
¿Cómo explicarle a una niña que tiene en su sangre una enfermedad sin cura? Que la ha tenido desde siempre… que no podrá vivir una vida normal…
Ha sido uno de los momentos más críticos de mi vida y admire la fortaleza de Aida para dar una noticia así. Yo misma había dado la noticia a tantos pero aunque el dolor que se siente y el asombro de la realidad cruda te persigue por días, jamás podré olvidar la escena en que los ojos de un inocente se quiebran al saber que sus propios padres no solo la dejaron huérfana sino muriendo en vida.
El preservativo no es 100% seguro, la fidelidad si.
“María” ama a Jesús, su familia se volcó a Dios con todas sus fuerzas y el milagro continúa. Entró al programa gratuito de medicamentos y su vida es normal. Dios le permita vivir hasta ver la cura, es su esperanza, como la de millones que luchan en todo el mundo, los verdaderos guerreros a los cuales nosotros los “sanos”, no les llegamos ni al tobillo.