There are two single moms that live here under this canopy with numerous children. Everything was clean and neat and although they were very poor their spirits were high. They had a son, (sorry, I wish I remembered all their names) who was beside himself with gratitude for our bringing them the bags of beans and rice. He went into a small hut and brought all of us out a pineapple. And he made sure each of us had one too.
God bless all Hondurans!
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