Lately I've been in this horrible funk during my last months here in Honduras. I feel overwhelmed and sad at the thought of leaving. Yes, Honduras has its problems, and not the problems that other Americans worry about...but real problems...that everyday Honduran people have to deal with - poverty, lack of education, corruption, hopelessness. These are real issues that I worry about, and for some reason, I think that I can help with.
Well, I'm going on my last 9 months here and I just don't think I have the drive to do another project. Then the guilt sets in. In my first two years here, before I started working, I was so driven to help in everything. And in the process, I started this little toy drive in Ojojona, among other things. This year will be my 4th and last toy drive and I'm expecting to give toys to close than 500 children! But you know...honestly...I'm lacking that motivation! I really don't know why. I know I have to do this because no one will, and I know that hundreds of children are counting on me. I suppose it's the planning part I don't really want to do. I'm just tired and exhausted, for whatever reason.
So this morning, I was watching the news in the morning, something I rarely get to do with kids. And there comes in this story about this young man who used to be a nightclub promoter but decided to do something more worthwhile in his life. In 1996, he established an NGO called Charity: Water. Since then he's given clean water to hundreds of villages all over the country. He is someone whom I strived to be 4 years ago apon arriving here in Honduras. Hopefully a story like this will give me the drive I need to get my butt back in gear.
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