The letter went on to say that the writer was respectfully requesting that the hospital deliver water to a school in Herradura, nearby. "The school does not have any water and the children need it for basic necessities and health." The writer was the principal of the school. Our guard, posted at the front gate of the hospital, handed the letter to us as we left to take the girls to school one day last week.
Our internet, of late, has been sporadic at best, and we had some time that morning when we were unable to get online for the kids to do their schoolwork. So, we loaded up the portable cistern and took some water over to the people who live in the neighborhood of Herradura.
The children there were SO happy. We stopped at several houses along the way to fill barrels before we got to the school. Then we went to the school where we ran out of water. We came back to the hospital to refill the cistern and take it back and were able to give some more families much needed water.
When Elijah first began to fill up the school's cistern, the water splashed up and got some of the children wet--they had SO much fun!
Me with some of the neighborhood children while we were delivering water
Elijah filling up a barrel. People were bringing out every kind of container they had to hold some extra water.
No one in Honduras can pronounce or understand my last name, Matherne. And water is scarce here, too. Glad you could help out the school.
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