I want to share my story with you, and invite you into a glimpse of my world. When I was born my mother was a single parent and unable to support me. She looked to family for help, and was rejected. So she tried to raise me, but was unable to earn enough money to feed me. She decided to send me to a state institutional orphanage. At this orphanage there were literally hundreds of babies and children. The workers were few, and so often times I would sit in a soiled diaper for hours on end. I would cry in pain from the rashes and infections of not being properly cared for. To silence my cries, the workers would inject me with sleeping medication. My cries did cease, however, my body started to stop functioning. My body was not developing properly as an infant, and my brain was not getting what it needed to grow. At the age of five I became handicapped and mute. My mother came back to claim me and take care of me. However, the doctor told her that I would remain in this condition and never be healthy again. This burdened her heart because she wanted her child back, but would not be able to take care of a now handicapped child.
A few weeks later, an organization decided to claim me as their own. The brought me to a home where I would have a mother and father for life. I would have 15 brothers and sisters and people that told me they loved me. After some time, proper nourishment, and the overflow of Gods love being poured into my life…I was healed. My body began re-developing and my brain started functioning properly. I currently run a kitchen in a hotel and on my off time I get to visit and serve the elderly. I have more energy than most people you would ever meet, and Gods light shines out of me.
I’m sure by now you realize that this isn’t my story. However, this is a story of one of the workers named Kosmine. who was taken in by Caminul Felix. I decided to share this story as my own to show you that these aren’t just stories but PEOPLE. If you heard of this happening to your friend, well it would shake your heart a bit. These people, these stories…these are our friends. These are the people that we have been blessed to see every morning this month. These testimonies are the reason we are here. It is these stories, these people, that make the trials of the world race worth it.
(Kosmines Family at Caminul Felix)
This blog was written by Jessi Marquez
www.jessimarquez.theworldrace.org
