HAVE A HEART
“The Beacon” touches up my report, on my trip to St. Louis; ready for prime time!
https://www.stlbeacon.org/#!/content/33325/voices_dulick_letters_10_2113
‘Tis the Season! And what better gift than a healthy heart!
Helping Hands for Honduras (handsforhonduras.org) just finished up their 21st brigada, this time saving the lives of 33 youngsters in need of open-heart surgery. Chemo was in the first brigada back in September 2008. So I got his teachers’ permission to take him to Tegus for a check-up. (“Shouldn’t be a problem, since he doesn’t come to class anyway.” CHEMO!!) They were at the end of their three-week run; we got there as the last two two little kids were wheeled into Recovery. We put on garments and they let us see the kids and the absolutely beatific smiles of their mothers and fathers. And I showed off Chemo. “Look here! He had the same operation and now look at him! That’s just what will happen for you!” And Chemo, usually so “shy,” did his part, bestowing encouraging smiles.
I took pictures with Ron Roll and Alba, the founders of Helping Hands, and their daughters Nelly and Cynthia, who have played increasingly helpful roles with the kids. I didn’t realize how helpful till the next night, when a sort of “Birthday Party” was planned at the biggest McDonald’s in the capital for the kids and their families. Ron Roll said, “This is the first time we’ve done it this way, so we’ll see.” It was a fund-raiser. You bought tickets for a big sandwich (the McNifica) and somehow it rebounds to Helping Hands. Of course, someone paid for the families’ tickets, and I bought mine and Chemo’s. Now, you may be thinking, McDonald’s? for heart patients? That thought crossed my mind, too, especially when I was chatting with Junior, who was making balloon animals for the kids. He was so simple, so quiet, I thought he was “slow,” you know. I asked him if people were supposed to pay for the animals. “No, no, I just like to laugh.” It wasn’t till he slipped on the white coat of a medical student that I realized that I was the slow one! Nelly and Cynthia had asked him to participate! “But my girlfriend is sort of mad at me; she’s a nutritionist.”
Then the games began. I never for a minute thought Chemo would participate, but you can’t say no to Nelly and Cynthia, so he did the sack race, the “hot potato,” and the “Simon says.” I would have loved to have read his mind. Did he feel as sweet a connection to these kids as I hoped he might? I guess so.
Two of the nurses came from St. Louis, Children’s Hospital, to be exact. Maybe you know them: Elaine Fitzgerald and Yvonne Renick. Such a small world, such big hearts!
You can find more on FACEBOOK:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Helping-Hands-for-HondurasManos-Ayudando-a-Honduras/179803138717859
Our trip to Tegus coincided with the return from Spain of Elio and Mema’s daughter Felixsa, who was studying theology there for her missionary work as a nun. Her mission? Honduras, of course! She’s a member of an order that lives exclusively off donations. They are not even allowed to accept what you might call “corporate” contributions. So she arrived with one small suitcase. (“I had to leave all my books in Spain.”) She’d been gone so long, Chemo had never even met her. But we went out to a nearly deserted airport to meet her plane about 9:00 p.m. The little crowd that gathered looked like a rescue mission, but everyone had someone special they were waiting for. And Felixsa was ours.
She had told her parents that she would have to stay with her community, way at the other end of town, in the shadow of the big Suyapa church. But as soon as she got there, Mother Superior told her, “What are you doing here! You stay with your family for now!” Now, that’s the kind of religious obedience that makes sense!
Two nights later, having recovered more or less from “jet lag,” Felixsa invited us all over to Elio and Mema’s for Mass and a little party, her brother and two sisters and all the kids and in-laws. Padre Ovidio, a friend of the family for years and years, and just about the most engaging and dynamic priest you’re gonna find, had us so enthralled that even Chemo sang the hymns. Befitting Felixsa’s vow of poverty, the repast was basically pot-luck, we just shared what we had, and this family is so naturally generous that no one lacked for anything. I made her promise that we’d discuss theology at some future time; and I’m looking forward to it. She doesn’t need books! Oh, and she treated Chemo like she’d known him all her life.
Back on the home front, that is, in Las Vegas, we celebrated the second birthday of Chemo’s little cousin Albita. We got a cake almost as big as she is, and enough music to make her dance.
And we celebrated all our beloved departed, on November 1 and 2, first visiting and tending the graves of our “angelitos,” children who died in infancy, whose ranks swell by 2 or 3 a month, and then to pray for all our loved ones who are “at rest,” some young ones by violence, some old after a long life, and all those in between. The depths of feeling and grieving and pleading are undiminished by time or space, as I know myself, thinking of my brothers John and Bob who died last year.
Have you seen “Gravity”? I knew I had to see it with Chemo when I heard it was a father-son collaboration, and had a special role [spoiler alert!] for George Clooney, touching the “magical realism” of folks with names like Cuaron. And 3-D and only 90 minutes long. Chemo’s reactions were as fascinating as the movie itself. He may have thought it was all “true,” like the critic who excitedly asked the director, “What was it like to film in space?” (Rather than mock, Cuaron gently led them back to earth.)
And it is all true! You are my George Clooney, leading me home, wherever that is. And I still call to your kind attention the continuing needs of Erlinda, living still hopeful and confident of God’s mercies--and yours--without her beloved Guillermo.
Love, Miguel
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