A day in the life: January 16, 2014
Tuesday, January 16, 2014:
My morning starts in my room in Staff Housing only a short distance from the hospital. I usually wake up around 5:30 (just before things really start getting light out) and do my business and eat breakfast. Normally, I do not have much time to do any reading, reciting, or writing that are part of my daily routine, but occasionally I will get a few of my daily chores done before heading to work at 6:30 or so.
I ride my motorcycle to the shop next to the Hospital, and often I am the first one to arrive and open everything up as the rest of the maintenance crew arrives. Before any of us do work, we set up a few benches and chairs and have a devotional from the Daily Bread series. The devotional is led by the Hondurans and is completely in Spanish, which I enjoy since I am not often exposed to Spanish.
The maintenance crew is composed mostly of Hondurans with Mike Yost being the boss. Jake is our main mechanic and I am mostly used for my carpentry skills. The Hondurans compose the rest of our regular team: Silvino seems to be Mike’s first officer, if you will, and does a lot of overseeing of projects; Rene is our tire doctor and painter; Lorenzo is our small engine repair man (air conditioners, medical equipment, etc.); the rest of the team (5-10 guys depending on the day) are laborers who do all the grunt labor—most of them are young men.
The devotion ends with us holding hands and praying in Spanish (not me). Then we begin work. This morning Rene drove Silvino, Paz, another young man on the crew, and I up the hill to the water tanks to check the water supply. He dropped us off and we hiked past the tanks up the mountain for about a mile or so. The path was clear but narrow and little used, and the Hondurans used their machetes all the way up making the trail easier.
Jake and I had hiked the very same path 2 days prior, but were not able to find the water supply. Silvino led the way past where Jake and I stopped to a trail we did not see. Shortly after we passed where Jake and I had been, I saw a plastic tub that had water inside of it. I only knew it had water in it because there was a big gash in its side pouring out water. Silvino indicated that he wanted me to take pictures, and I was more than happy to (probably to show Mike).
As we followed the trail, which followed the PVC water line, we came upon 3 or 4 concrete tanks about 3 feet high by 8 feet wide by 6 feet deep. These apparently fed into the water line and supplied water for the hospital. (I never got the rundown on how it all works, but, oh well.) Silvino opened up the lid to all of the tanks and had the young Honduran reach down and pull out tree roots that had grown inside the tanks. At the end of our trek, there was a waterfall coming down over a big boulder, which provided some great photos.
Before leaving the area we made two quick fixes to the water line. One was the placement of rocks around a small plastic tank so that the cows do not step on it, and the second was the supporting of the water line with y-shaped sticks, so that the line did not sage where it crossed a small ravine. All the time I took many pictures and videos with my ever-present camera. (I even took a picture of Silvino having fun putting mushrooms in his ears to make his ears appear huge.)
We descended the mountain all the way on foot: past the water tanks, past the Fields house, and down past the play area between Staff Housing and the Fields. We took the shortcut past the playground down the extreme ravine and back up to arrive right by the shop.