Meet Javier. He is five years old and because of nerve damage at birth his right hand and foot are slightly deformed. Halfway through my first trip to Guatemala, I fell in love with this little boy. On my second trip, the deal in my heart was sealed. Every time he saw me his eyes lit up and let me tell you he has beautiful little eyes. He would grab my hand and away we would run to the trampoline. Now at this point you might be thinking ‘He runs? With a deformed foot?’ Javier’s handicap has not stopped him from anything! He runs and jumps and does wrestling moves just as well if not better than the other boys his age. At one point in the week I stood watching him play with his friends and thought, “Lord you are so good. He is fully able to just be a little kid because You have placed him in this orphanage where he is cared for and where his peers accept him.” On this last night of my second trip, the staff and kids threw us a good-bye party, complete with performances and a dance party. Well by this time Javier and I were tight and he would not let me put him down the entire time. If I was sitting he was on my lap; if I was standing he was on my hip or my shoulders. As you probably know, five year old boys are not the lightest of beings, but I didn’t care. I would’ve held him in my arms, listening to him laugh all night long. My sweet Javier, oh how I miss him.
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