Sometimes I think that people take the easiest road, the road that doesn't require lifting a finger or going outside their realm of comfort. I knew for about a week that there were two American men and two Guatemalans who needed a place to stay for 4 days for Operation Club Foot. The two Americans were living in a monestary in Guatemala and the two Guatemalans consisted of a mother and a daughter with two club feet. They traveled 10 hours by bus to bring the mother and daughter here to Tegucigalpa.
On Friday, I seriously thought about housing them during this time. Totally thought about it, and damn it, the honest truth is that - and I hate to say this, and I cringe when I think about it - it was inconvenient for me and my family. Ugh, there I said it. I totally could have housed them. We have a huge basement downstairs, but I was thinking about all the things I have to do this week... the children's activities, working, this and that, and blah, blah, blah. Since I don't have a live-in housekeeper, I would have to physically be at home each and everytime they left the house or returned. And I just wasn't prepared for that responsibility. I've had Peace Corps volunteers stay at our house before, but that's usually one night.
Ok, so that's my confession. It doesn't make me feel better, especially since I actually met them today and they are sooooo nice! I could have totally kept them at our house, no problem, but no, I choice the easiest road. Instead they stayed at the hospital housing the first two nights, then stayed at a low-end motel last night and tonight. Ugh, I hate myself sometimes.
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