Happenings Here

Monday, August 03, 2009

It's been exactly one week since I arrived here in Surkhet. I spent the first few days of my trip in Kathmandu processing my visa and looking at a few placement options for Buday, one of the disabled boys under our care here in Surkhet. Unfortunately, I am still unable to find a place that will accept him. I visited Mother Theresa's homes for dying and destitute, schools for the blind, disabled, and deaf, and a few orphanages who say they accept children with disabilities, but no one will take a case as serious as his. It seems there are simply no resources or hostels available for orphaned boys of his age with mental disabilities (you may read more about Buday here). If anyone knows of anything or has any contacts please continue to spread the word about him. From here we are continuing to do what we can.

I've been extremely busy since I arrived with logistical work. I began the process to register our new school. If all goes well, (fingers crossed) it looks like we could have our registration by this December. The neighbors who previously told us they would sell their land are being tricky. They've set the price to more than double or triple what it's worth and may or may not sell. I'm looking at a few other different pieces of land, mostly on the outskirts of the city. These pieces are 7 or 8 times bigger for the same price and even less and I'm looking into all of our options. I bought a little scooter, and while the kids are in school I've been driving all around the valley looking at pieces of land. I'm taking my time with all of this and praying that the right solution will come as it always does. I know my nature can be to rush things into action. Unfortunately, I'm learning that this is not how the world works, especially in Nepal. I'm practicing patience and trusting that things will turn out as they should.

Thank God, the children are happy and healthy as ever. There are moments when they're all brushing their teeth, or eating together, or giggling in their rooms that I stop in my tracks to watch and listen and marvel at how beautiful and loving they have become. I'm off again for another meeting about the new school. Thank you for your support through all of this and for following our story. These days I feel more grateful than ever.

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