“Your Black Momma love you…Ha hur huh ya”
That was the last thing Marlen said to me before we returned
home via the San Pedro Sula airport. She
said it in her unique, agreeable voice.
She spoke to me the way she spoke to everyone, as if she were waiting
for you to agree in honest, joyous laughter.
We all had the slightest inkling that the treatments Marlen
received for so many months in the United States would not last. However, at that moment, I looked over the reasons for Marlen’s
bald head and simply, silently hoped for a world never without the love and
smile she carried with her always.
Then again, it was not Marlen’s love; it was the love of
Jesus Christ she so graciously shared with everyone.
It was also the love of Jesus (for many members of AHMEN,
CHIMES, Cruzadas, and CHHF) and general positivity of the human spirit that
Marlen received treatment in the U.S. for the cancer that eventually took her
life here on earth.
Most Hondurans are not that lucky, and I think Marlen’s
death can serve as a reminder of why we work in Honduras – to ensure that more
Hondurans are capable of living more just lives in their homeland.
Let’s work together to make sure that more Hondurans are
able to transform their country in the positive and loving image of one of its
best.
Contact me today to learn how you can fulfill Marlen's dream of a brighter, more prosperous Honduras.
Together, we are the difference.
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