We were fortunate that when we went down to the Dominican Republic, we were able to stay with some friends of ours that are full-timers with Meeting God in Missions from our Church. Brian and Jen Heinrich have been with MGM for a year or so, and we haven’t had a chance to spend time with them for quite a while. Actually, we didn’t have much of a chance to do that last week. They were busy doing their jobs, and we were busy doing our stuff with MGM for the week. But it was nice to grab a few minutes here or there to talk with them. It was nice to get to know their kids a bit better, too. Their oldest daughter, Jamie, is a really sweet kid, and it was pretty cool to get to see her moving in and out with the people down there, both DR nationals and visitors from the ‘States. It was also neat to see their son Elliot running around, too. He’s seven, and still a kid. he has a bit of a hard time with the Dominican kids, and hung around with the visitors a lot. I like him.
It was also very interesting to meet new friends, too. There was one young man who went out with us every day and helped translate between the staff and the Haitians. His English wasn’t great, but he worked hard at helping.
Through the week I had taken several of those packaged peanut butter/cracker snacks to hand out to kids or to anyone I felt “led” to give them to. I also took Kashi bars and peanuts for me to eat. No lunch, so I would grab a handful of peanuts when I felt like I needed something. I would usually eat one pack of the peanut butter crackers and a Kashi bar through the day, too.
On Monday, I had been handing out some of the peanut butter crackers, and I thought it time to open one for me. I looked over, and Tommy was sitting kind of between helping. I went over and gave him one of the peanut butter cracker packs to eat, and he seemed to appreciate it. Through the week, we made a habit of this, when I ate one for me, I gave him one, too. It only took a day to start to feel a bit of bonding with him.
I noticed a lot of the other young interpreters were wearing ball caps. But not Tommy. He was “capless,” with his hair just running wild. I had taken a cap to wear if I needed it, but found I didn’t need a cap, so I just kept it in my backpack. I considered giving it to Tommy at the end of the week, kind of a “grand going away” present. But by Wednesday, I felt prompted so strongly (actually I felt like I was being squished, the feeling was so strong) to give Tommy the cap, that I did just that. You would have thought I just handed him the keys to a new Lexus. He put it on his head, but it was sized for me, so it kind of looked like a shopping bag would on me. But the next day, he came in wearing the cap, and looking proud. I was, too, a bit. My new friend Tommy.
At the end of the week, he came into the dining area, and handed me a note. I will type here what the contents were, and as they are in the note.
“Mr: Clark Peter
I hope God bless you greatly going to find a nice week here in Hato Mayor. For me was a nice Pleasure to share with you During this week and Establish a Friendship much appreciate that. You know someone special treat others will back here and I hope that we can see a lot more time. For you and your wife blessings and other family blessings much… Thank you for the attention that you gave me during. Not at work never forget you for the cap. God fill you and your rich blessings, barns be filled. God will save you and yours. Te Quiero Amigo!!!”
I love you too, Tommy. You touched my heart.