I prayed! I haven’t done that for so long. These people are so passionate about discussing God it made me very emotional.
They call out to Jesus, their señor over and over again; they call out to the virgin Mary for help. The calls from these people on the brink of the society made me think that the God does exist and that He was amongst all of us, singing, dancing, and praying. I was mad. If He were indeed with us, why isn’t Him doing anything. I felt better now thinking that maybe that is all He could do, just sitting on the floor with me, listening. Or maybe that the old lady, who put on her prettiest hat for me, whom wasn’t shy of asking me to dance with her over and over again think that the Senor sent me to her from a foreign land. These strong people have nothing so they do everything.