Give me your eyes so I can see

Give me your eyes for just one second

Give me your eyes so I can see

Everything that I keep missing

Give me your love for humanity

Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach

Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see

My heart is heavy tonight. I write with tears in my eyes and a pulling in my chest. In my mind with my eyes closed I can't drift away from the homeless man I pass on my way home from school every night. He is always in the same place, lying on the cold concrete with layers of heavy tattered and torn jackets and pants on. He is quiet, he is still, lying in the dark by a bus bench. After yelling out and begging all day he rests his head on some plastic and cardboard. In the middle of the fast moving crowd I daily turn and watch him as I walk by in the rush of people. Wondering: is he cold, is he sad, does anyone know him. I see homeless people in d.c. but this almost seems harder. No place to go. No shelters. Just him and his clothes. Everyday.

Today I also visited an orphanage, a beautiful orphanage. We rang the bell to the left of the tall brown painted iron fence and long yellow stucko walls coving half of the block. They unlocked the gait and we went in. Entering a beautiful courtyard with flowers and green grass lining the wide cobblestone walkway. Up the stairs there was an open porch the entire length of the building. Through another walkway there was another beautiful garden. A very happy looking place. We asked if I could assist with anything and we were told to wait for the 'sister' to come. So as we waited, Sally walked the second courtyard investigating this colorful place. We walked past classrooms, playrooms and dormatories. All with doors opening to the courtyard. Everything was cleana and organized. Pretty soon 3 tiny little boys came around the corner with a 'teacher.' One boy called to sally, 'bebe' and they came to see her close up. Sally liked them and touched their chests and hands. So adorable. But yet again, tears. Tiny people came for everywhere. Darling little people. Little girls, boys... no mommies, no mommies... (crying). They were precious. About the same age as Sally. One girl couldn't get over Sally's blond hair and touched it and then her face and tried to hug her. Sally just started batting the girl with her hands and saying 'no, ah no, no!' I couldn't help but laugh. That same girl (2yrs) kept trying to hold Sally and her hand. So funny. I just loved they place. The nun finally came and said that 2 of the babies have been sick for 2 days and they don't want me or Sally to get sick so I was to come back in 15 days. ? . So, I will. I just really want to go back. Hold those babies. Love em up. It looked like they had really great help there. Just hope theres a place for me. Sniff.

School is going really well. I have a private teacher named Grace. About 30 yrs old. I like her a lot. She is from Bolivia. Her Engish is great. And I am learning a lot. I am planning on 2 weeks of language study. I am excited to get to the market alone and test out my listening skills. I can speak really well but it's the 'hearing what they're actually saying' part that I have a problem with. I walk home from school at 7:00pm in the dark. But the good thing is, night life is hoppin! There are teenagers everywhere, people going home from work and little kiosks 5 or more to a block, full of candies and other goodies. There is one kiosk I walk by that is a tall but small box and there is a woman inside with a small frier in front of her. The people wait to tell her what kind of meat they want and she'll put in the oil and place it on some bread with fixings. It is so cool! It's about a 10 minute walk down hill. I'm not alone and feel really safe.

Tomorrow morning we move into our new apartment! It's so nice. I'll try and get some pics up. Miss Nora the housekeeper is going shopping for all of our food and neccesities at the Black Market in the morning and she has pledged watch Sally for us everyday next week, so I can go to school. So after she's done at Lisas she'll come down to our apartment and live in our 'servants quarters'. Crazy. But seriously awesome. This means I don't have to cook dinner for another week because she'll do it!! :)