Tony's ministry is amazing, he takes boys in off the streets and enrolls them in school, gives them a place to live, and tells them about God. But I don't think we truly understand where these boys come from. We can't begin to understand how there life has been, coming from the US. It takes a lot to understand them, we have to be willing to listen to their stories and go to the place they come from to know how their life has been. Jah Jah and I were lucky enough to be able to go into the community where most of Tony's boys come from. Almost all the boys are cousins, and while we were with them their grandmother got sick and died. In Honduras when someone dies they take the body back home and all the neighborhood comes and mourns. When we arrived we had to hike up a hill in the dark to a “house”. The house was just a one room shack made from some wood boards and a tin roof. There is no running water or bathrooms. They get their water by carrying bucket after bucket up this hill to their houses. We were welcomed by the family and given seats in the house. A pastor was there talking to the people, although I could not understand everything he said I knew what he was saying. Tony had brought all the boys with him and they were able to see their moms. We were able to meet them and see the houses they used to live in. All the houses were basicly the same, varying in size with sheets put up as dividers for rooms. They offered us coffee and bread, and took us into their houses. The boys were happy to introduce us to their mothers. One of their mothers was sitting on the doorstep of her sisters house getting high off of paint thinner, while he children stood by watching. This neighborhood is one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Tegucigalpa, and seeing it first hand gave me a better understanding of the boys and Tony's ministry. I will never forget the month I spent in Honduras or the amazing people I met there.
