Thursday, August 07, 2014

         Glade visited with a coordinator today who told him stories about his life.  At the age of 12 years, he was living on the streets getting a little work here and a little there to support himself.  He had no family—don’t know why—except for an uncle who helped him with money to travel to nearby countries in search of work when he was about 15. 

When he returned to Tegucigalpa later he was again living on the streets and looking for more work.  He found a job, but at one point was accused of stealing, which he didn’t do. He was threatened with torture and was turned over to the police.  An investigation took place and he helped the police learn that he had been set up by the director at his work and one of the director’s relatives.

After he was cleared of the charges, the police director helped him get a job with the Ministry of Finance.  He worked hard and put himself through school.  He started at the lower end of the job scale and worked his way up at the Ministry of Finance from one level to another right to the top.  He worked there for about 26years and is now retired.  Because he worked there for so long, he knows people in high places and it has kept him from being mugged or robbed.  He is about 67 years old and has never been sick a day in his life.

That was rather a whirlwind sketch of what Glade told me.  He said the man talked about mile a minute (very fast) and he could hardly keep up listening to him.  His sharing was shy of details, but it still made an interesting story of hardship, and hard work to overcome his situation.  When I hear stories like that, it stops whining in its tracks!!

Good Night Everyone!