Tito
Tito came the first day of VBS. He has a cast on his left leg, from the ankle to the knee. He walks around on it, getting around quite well. Upon talking to Tito, you do get the notion that he is special needs. Medically he probably has a chromosomal disorder by his facies. Brian told Kate that he is not quite as smart as everyone else. He gets along well with others. He shares, listens to the Bible story, loves hugs.
He came almost every day. The last morning, Harry had shown us the stark contrast between the slums, surrounding neighborhoods, and the “behind the wall” area where the foreigners and wealthy Dominicans live. I did not take any photos of that. It is not real. The homes were lovely concrete, with actual glass in the windows. People had laptops and were sitting outside working on their computer.
As we left the gated area, we saw Tito within a few hundred feet. He was at home. His home looked to be a combination of wood scraps and sheet metal. Everyone saw him and yelled out “Tito!” He ran after the bus, cast and all. He made it to the orphanage a mile or so away within 10 minutes or so, and was hugged by everyone and welcomed. He was smiling so much his ears touched behind his head.
Someone asked him what happened to his leg, and he did not know. He also did not know how long the cast had been on.
He has such a sweet gentle heart. It is hard to forget him.
Tito came the first day of VBS. He has a cast on his left leg, from the ankle to the knee. He walks around on it, getting around quite well. Upon talking to Tito, you do get the notion that he is special needs. Medically he probably has a chromosomal disorder by his facies. Brian told Kate that he is not quite as smart as everyone else. He gets along well with others. He shares, listens to the Bible story, loves hugs.
He came almost every day. The last morning, Harry had shown us the stark contrast between the slums, surrounding neighborhoods, and the “behind the wall” area where the foreigners and wealthy Dominicans live. I did not take any photos of that. It is not real. The homes were lovely concrete, with actual glass in the windows. People had laptops and were sitting outside working on their computer.
As we left the gated area, we saw Tito within a few hundred feet. He was at home. His home looked to be a combination of wood scraps and sheet metal. Everyone saw him and yelled out “Tito!” He ran after the bus, cast and all. He made it to the orphanage a mile or so away within 10 minutes or so, and was hugged by everyone and welcomed. He was smiling so much his ears touched behind his head.
Someone asked him what happened to his leg, and he did not know. He also did not know how long the cast had been on.
He has such a sweet gentle heart. It is hard to forget him.
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