patrick

After lunch back at the Compassion office we drove to Patrick's house. Patrick's mother was not in as good a position as Samuel's family and was a single mother who rented one room which she divided into two spaces for living and sleeping. It was in this village that we saw real poverty as we were met by small children in bare feet with their clothes hanging off them. The children all stood in the mud which surrounded Patrick's tiny home. We were welcomed into the living and cooking area of Patrick's home, where we were once again thanked whole heartily for our involvement in Patrick's life. His mother brought out the letters we had written and cards we'd sent. Although we've sponsored Patrick for about five years and he held letters from that long ago, the letters looked hundreds of years old. Dirt stained, well handled and waterlogged, it was surreal to see our handwriting and to see the letters in the place they were intended, in Patrick's hands, in his tiny village, and tiny home in Kenya.