It's astounding how God is the only one in my life who knows how to shut me up. He knows exactly what to do to get me out of my head and pity parties. Standing on a crowded bus, trying to keep my balance, frustrated with myself, and then God introduces me to the man offering me the seat beside him.
His name is Carlos and he is 58 years old. He has 11 brothers and sisters, all of which live in Ecuador as well. His wife is a Sociology teacher in Puertoviejo and he is a taxi driver. All of this was communicated in spanglish with quite a bit of 'lo siento's on my part. Carlos challenged me to answer his questions in spanish and I tried my best. He was patient and kind.
I don't think Carlos realized that he did more for me than I could for him.
