Some of the homeless in Ensenada live under bridges, so we were at the bridges yesterday, serving breakfast. Tough to be poor. Tougher, yet, to be poor and sick.
As I arrived, two people from our team were putting a cardboard splint on a broken lower arm. The “doctor” was our son Oliver. The arm had been hanging limp from the elbow. It needs surgery, not a cardboard splint.
We asked questions, if provided some cash could the fellow have it taken care of? No. The hospitals are filled with folks sick with Covid. No medical attention for this homeless man. Tough to be poor. Tougher to be poor and sick in Mexico.
But we thank you for your support. Amongst other things, it goes out to help people who are simply hurting, like this man.