October 25, 2009

Homeless Little Boy


I saw him with my own eyes; I talked with him; I sat with him on the bus and played games with him and then watched him drift off to sleep.  He was no longer just a child's face on TV or in magazines, but he's a real-live little homeless boy, longing for family and hope.  I've been touched to the core by this experience.

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Sweet, humble, and mature little boy.  His name is Jorbin.  He was going to Rio Blanco to look for work.  His mom literally abandoned him and his sister when he was 5 years old.  His father died when he was young, and his sister eventually died too from a fall that gave her severe brain damage.  So when he was 9 years old, he set out on his own, without a single soul to care for him, and he began to work.  He can wash cars, plant and harvest beans and corn, carry sacks on his back (“I can carry 100 lbs,” he said humbly), “I can do a bit of everything.”  He carries a small blue backpack and that’s it.  He tries to save his money.  He wakes up each day, goes to work (if he has it), buys cheap meals on the street (when he has some money), and rents his own little room for a $1.50 a day (when he has money).  He’s been robbed and the longest he’s been without food is for 5 days in a row.  His dreams are to go to school one day and to build himself a house when he grows up.  His favorite color is blue.  He’s only 12…
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