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Kevin showing off his new shoes

For those of you that don't know, I'm in charge of shepherding a group of Honduran Mennonites up to Pennsylvania this weekend so that they can spend time and build the relationship they have with the folks at Frazer Mennonite. We're a day away from leaving here and feeling a bit rushed. We had thought to leave early Saturday Morning so as to be in San Pedro by 5 to catch a 7:30 flight but there is a national curfew. Which we'd be able to get around with proper documentation but they say that because of the curfew no one of repute is on the highways and thus roving bands of yayhoos are stopping anyone that might have the misfortune to be on the roads and assaulting them. Thus we need to leave early Friday so as to be in San Pedro before nghtfall, but the yayhoo teachers who support Manuel Zelaya's return hold strikes in the middle of the highway instead of teaching the children which means there is no way to get to San Pedro during the day...not at least until the teachers grow tired of grinding the country to halt for the day and go home for coffee. Which means we have to wait with bags ready at the first sign that the strikes are over and rush headlong to San Pedro before darkness falls. This will be fun.
I'm sorry but I can barely hold my contempt for Zelaya or his rabble any longer - they're violent, myopic and have lost touch with reality. What's more infuriating is the international community's blind and knee-jerk support for such a corrupt, anti-democratic, Chavez crony like Zelaya...he has openly talked about fomenting violent insurrection in the streets of Honduras (not that you all would be allowed to see such things like that on CNN in the U.S.), what kind of man wants to start a bloody civil war just so that he can complete the final 6 months of his presidency? The U.S. of course did its own part recently to see that Mel is returned to power by cutting off aid and sealing the military base here in the country - very courageous of you United States, you just cut off aid to the second poorest country in the Western Hemisphere so that a corrupt lunatic who was legally impeached almost unanimously by the National Congress and Supreme Court can be restored to power for 6 more months. Makes one proud to be an American. It just boggles the mind and makes one wonder if anyone even cares about the truth anymore. I'm sorry, that has been building for a while - I'm just getting tired of the lying in the international media and the tiny band of Zelaya supporters who would rather burn tires and thrown stones than confront the truth or search for a serious solution.
If you'd like to read an almost daily update about what is really happening here in Honduras, if you'd like to see the truth of the matter, which is that a large majority of the country is supportive of the new president and the preservation of the Constitution then I highly recommend reading - she has lived here for a number of years and as fas I can tell has devoted her life to gardening and blogging about current events here in Honduras.
To be honest I try not to pay too much attention to the 3-ring circus that is going on here, I stay informed, I see like to see what twist CNN puts on things and that's about it. The focus of my life lo these past few weeks has been this trip and Laureles and speaking of one of the nicest places on Earth; I recently completed a new batch of interviews with some of kids...only 40 more to go. So without further ado I give you Checho:
Sergio Rene Espinoza Velasquez also known as Checho is 14 years old and smack in the middle of 7 kids. His dad is one of the truck drivers for the garbage company and his mom lives in another town about 2 hours away. In his free time he likes to play soccer and study...I know, he likes to study. His favorite food is Burger King and he loves listening to Reggaeton music especially by Daddy Yankee. He's in the 6th grade which means that next year he might go to High School (most kids here in laureles don't go beyond the 6th grade...we're trying to change that). When he grows up he would like to be a yeah, we need to think about High School. His best friend here in Laureles is me...which I don't believe, I think he was just trying to make me feel good. He likes Laureles because every Saturday night there is a fiesta but he says the one thing he hates about the community is that there are a lot of drugs here. Be praying for Checho these next few months as we work with him in getting into High School - he's a good kid that needs a little direction and guidance. Blessings to you this week. Peace!
- matt


Matt, I will be in prayer for you and your team. . . May God grant you safety and peace. . . How public is this blog. . . Just think that you may have to be careful what you write. Better safe in the area of conflict. Love, Phyllis

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