yesterday began well enough - up bright and early for a holy hour and Mass followed by a little breakfast. next thing i know someone comes in and tells me that some local thugs had broken into the center and stolen a bunch of clothes. ah, the ignorance of theives - we have $1,000 dollars in wood outside and they break in to steal used women's clothes...so, after cajoling the police to investigate the matter, the day returned to the usual pleasantness.
however, as i sat in my office praying evening prayer, a man who was working up in guayabal in one of the chapels tapped on the door. "come in," i say and the door opens.
"how are things in guayabal?" i ask.
"well, we had a little problem." he replies.
"what kind of problem?" i say with an interior shudder.
"a little accident."
"is everyone okay?"
"yes."
"where was it?"
"descending towards the bridge in hato viejo"
"what happened?"
"we were coming down the hill and the brakes failed and we hit a tree and flipped over."
"let's go."
without a doubt you have to cry "miracle" when a truck hits a tree, flips over, and the four men inside not wearing any seatbelts all walk away unscathed...
however, as i sat in my office praying evening prayer, a man who was working up in guayabal in one of the chapels tapped on the door. "come in," i say and the door opens.
"how are things in guayabal?" i ask.
"well, we had a little problem." he replies.
"what kind of problem?" i say with an interior shudder.
"a little accident."
"is everyone okay?"
"yes."
"where was it?"
"descending towards the bridge in hato viejo"
"what happened?"
"we were coming down the hill and the brakes failed and we hit a tree and flipped over."
"let's go."
without a doubt you have to cry "miracle" when a truck hits a tree, flips over, and the four men inside not wearing any seatbelts all walk away unscathed...
