by Sr. Pamela Buganski
There is little privacy in the crowd at the Sacred Heart Humanitarian Respite Center. So when I looked up and saw a teenage refugee boy sitting quietly on a pile of bricks in an isolated area at the side of the center, I did not want to make him move. I approached him instead and asked if he would help me. Our journey of transformation together began.
He followed me through the crowd into a small storage room that was in disarray. Our task was to make some order out of the chaos. Basically, I would find a task and he would carry it out. After we had worked briskly for a considerable time, we stopped to break bread together. I found a small bag of trail mix; we broke it open; we shared the treat. I took this opportunity to talk with him a bit in my best Spanish. I asked where he was from and his eyes lit up when I could say that I had lived in his country of Guatemala and that I had loved it there. We went back to work.
I left him later with a bottle of water and a can of Coke that we had found. But we both parted with much more than that.
Pray for these families.