There are moments in life that capture our hearts in such a profound way, that we’re never the same. Dreams come true. Tragedies strikes. Curve balls are thrown. And sometimes, in a single instant, we catch ourselves amidst the joy and sorrow of existence at the exact same time. Such was the case during a mission trip I attended with Faith in Practice.
That’s when I met her… Ana.
She caught my eye amidst the sea of folks waiting at Las Obras Sociales del Santo Hermano Pedro Hospital in Antigua, Guatemala. At 4’8”, she didn’t stand out because of her height. It wasn’t even because her knees were contorted in such a way that it made my own knees begin to hurt. It was that, despite her obvious pain, you could see her warrior spirit radiating from beneath her brown eyes.
She was determined to see a doctor, regardless of how long it kept her waiting. She’d already made the three hour trip here, so another couple of hours wasn’t going to rob her of her chance to receive help.
Her perseverance paid off as the doctor finally called her back. I’ll admit, I was even a bit excited that her time had come. I’d wanted to talk to her, but my limited ability to speak Spanish dwarfed that possibility. I was thankful that the Faith in Practice volunteer I stood beside took mercy on me and served as my translator.
Her story wasn’t entirely unique to many third-world citizens. She was abandoned as a child. Lived alone her entire adult life. Suffered through extreme pain for years as she waited to find somebody who was willing and able to help her travel here today.