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Name: Amanda Isaac
From: San Antonio, TX
Year: 2005
From: San Antonio, TX
Year: 2005
Degree: BA in Teaching
Interests: Religious education, teaching English
Service: Taught English at orphanage
Interests: Religious education, teaching English
Service: Taught English at orphanage
Amanda with an orphan in Tegucigalpa
Short Reflection:
Mission: Tegucigalpa, Honduras, July 2005
I’m going to share my bicycle story because I like it a lot.
At Las Flores, a little girl named Isis asked me one day to
drive the bike for her. Now at Las Flores 24 girls shared
four bikes; the older or taller girls would take turns driving
the bikes while the smaller younger ones sat on the
handlebars. This made me, 5th grade teacher and
caretaker at recess, very nervous. So when Isis asked if I
would drive her I said “No, no puedo.” “No, I can’t.” It had
been several years since I had ridden a bike. Besides,
when I did ride I always fell. She looked at me and said
“Ven, Tía Amanda. Ten confianza en Dios.” “Come, Aunt
Amanda. Have confidence in God.” I said, “Okay” and got
on. She climbed on and we started off around the 1½’
high cement basketball court. Not even halfway around we
crashed and fell off the side of the concrete. She got up
and smiled. It was all worth that smile. Re-entry camp has
been a wonderful time for me also to hear and share
stories like this. This week has helped me to keep the
memory of the girls and all those in Honduras alive in my
heart.
Mission: Tegucigalpa, Honduras, July 2005
I’m going to share my bicycle story because I like it a lot.
At Las Flores, a little girl named Isis asked me one day to
drive the bike for her. Now at Las Flores 24 girls shared
four bikes; the older or taller girls would take turns driving
the bikes while the smaller younger ones sat on the
handlebars. This made me, 5th grade teacher and
caretaker at recess, very nervous. So when Isis asked if I
would drive her I said “No, no puedo.” “No, I can’t.” It had
been several years since I had ridden a bike. Besides,
when I did ride I always fell. She looked at me and said
“Ven, Tía Amanda. Ten confianza en Dios.” “Come, Aunt
Amanda. Have confidence in God.” I said, “Okay” and got
on. She climbed on and we started off around the 1½’
high cement basketball court. Not even halfway around we
crashed and fell off the side of the concrete. She got up
and smiled. It was all worth that smile. Re-entry camp has
been a wonderful time for me also to hear and share
stories like this. This week has helped me to keep the
memory of the girls and all those in Honduras alive in my
heart.
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