It’s 4 AM. I can’t sleep. My mind keeps going back to how things started for me in Peru.
So, my friends, allow me to ramble. Those of you who know me well, know this story. But, for the causal reader let me tell you how this all started.
My seventh or eighth grade social studies teacher, Phoebe Kay Rodgers gets all the credit. She brought every place she taught about so alive I made a list in my early teens of places I wanted to see. That was way before the term bucket list came along so I had my List of 50 Places to Go Before I Die.
Visit the ruins of Machu Picchu was near the top. So when I found a trip that knocked two spots off (Machu Picchu and The Galapagos) I jumped at it even though it began with three days in the Amazon. The Amazon was not on my list. Poverty. Bugs. Snakes. Mud. No thank you.
In 2002 I made my first trip. My heart and my life was changed from the moment I stepped off the boat to visit a tiny village called Jorge Chavez. I had run across a program called Adopt A School which had been started by an American teacher who had gone to Peru to work in a rather primitive lodge, met a man, fell in love and married. She was so moved by the children of this region who had very little chance at an education that she and a few of her close friends stepped up to put their money where there mouths were, so to speak, and started Adopt A School.
This program helps by providing students and teachers with some basic educational materials. Things we Americans take so for granted, like paper, and pencils and markers and glue.
Peru became my passion, some say my obsession. I am now preparing for my 22nd trip. I have a far reaching support network of friends who donate money, supplies for trading bibles and prayer.
They travel with me. Thank you Wanda, Darlene, Bev, Jonie, Bob, Charlie, Tabitha and so many more people whom I have cajoled, prodded, bribed or threatened into making the trip. Peru Crew 13 is making preparations as we speak.
Jean and her sorority sisters have supported a school since the beginning. Darlene bargain shops for me. Mike and Vicki are even looking at property there!
I can’t begin to thank every one who has helped. There are virtually hundreds of you. If I have spoken at your church or club. Thank you.
If you purchased something from me at the fair or Old Home Days. Thank you.
If you are a prayer warrior. Thank you.
If you have shopped for me. Thank you.
If you have sacrificed to make the trip with me. Thank you.
If you just let me tell you stories and don’t roll your eyes when I ask you to come with me to Peru. Thank you.
Lives are being changed on both continents. Friendships have been made that will last a lifetime.