Last November, Moises made Casa de Esperanza his forever home. His journey to us was years in the making.
|Moises playing soccer in a Mulholland walker. |
Oh, how I wish I could find one like this for an adult!
Life became more difficult for Moi as he grew into adolescence. The normal strivings of a young man his age were seen as disobedience and rebellion. With punishment, Moi became more rebellious, controlling the only things over which he had power. . .his eating and his learning.
|Moises and Sonia at graduation with |
Nineth, their teacher from Hermano Pedro
Hermano Pedro was not designed or equipped to deal with a young man like Moises. More punishment led to more rebellion and the cycle continued. About this time we opened Casa de Esperanza. I talked with Moi frequently about the possibility of him living with us, but I don't think he believe it would ever really happen. (I have learned that many promises have been made to these young men by people with the best intentions, who leave Guatemala and become busy with their own lives, and never return. Your "word" means very little to them.)
Last July, Moises turned eighteen, and because he is mentally competent, became an adult in the eyes of the government, and able to decide for himself where he would live. Moises does have a family, but they live in a very remote area where Moi would have no opportunities for education or employment. On top of that Moises' dad, like many of the men we encounter, is a practicing alcoholic, who, while caring about his son, had no desire to take him home.
The day after his birthday, we received a call from the social work department at the hospital. Moi wanted to come and live with us. In so many ways this has felt like bringing home my own child. While all my guys are special to me, Moises and I have the longest history, and my emotional attachment to him is the strongest.
|Moi leaving Hermano Pedro|
to move to Casa de Esperanza
I would love to say that it has been all sunshine and roses living with Moi. Honestly, there have been struggles. The life outside the institution Moi had experienced with me and other volunteers had been mostly fun and eating out. Living 24/7 with someone is far different. (I'm afraid I'm not nearly as nice or as much fun as Moises expected!) He is learning, as the other guys have had to, that with the freedom of living in a family, there are responsibilities, too. These are not nearly as much fun, but are essential to adult living.
|Moi watching the semi's that park outside our gate, and visiting with the drivers.|
Studying is something Moises, I fear, will never enjoy school. While he is bright enough, his interests are much more physical. Soccer is still his passion and he manages to play pretty well while propelling his wheelchair with his feet.
|Osmi and Moises ready for their first day of school|
I smile when I look at Moi, because in my mind's eye, I still see the little guy I first met, who was so longing for love and acceptance. I see the same desires in the young man, and pray that we can help meet them, and draw him to the One who loves and accepts him completely.