Rosita

Sweet Rosita was run over by a truck 20 years ago as you can see on her right leg. In order to repair her leg, they took a bone from her left leg along with many skin grafts all over her body and tried to repair her right leg. Although it has been 20 years, her leg is still infected and unfunctional. With this hospital admission, she fell and broke her hip. She is also anemic so they waited adn waited for there to be blood at the hospital so they could give it to her during and after surgery. She finally had surgery and was bedridden for weeks waiting for her bone in her hip to continue to grow stronger. We grew extremely fond of her and her sisters. She has the cutest smile (ask Joe to do an impression of her when we are home-it's perfect!) and she sang "At the cross at the cross, when I first saw the light, and the burdens of my heart rolled away..." in Spanish of course, to us every week. She cried many times because she was so tired of being stuck in bed and had 2-3 huge bed sores from just laying in bed. We worked with the Lions Club here and got her a new wheelchair and for days all she could do was look at it because she could not get out of bed or for that matter move. We loved her and always looked forward to seeing her on hospital days because we just knew she would be there forever. Then, one day, she wasn't there! We had been praying for God, Jehovah Rapha, to heal her because Joe and I both thought her situation was too bad for medicine to help and escpecially medicine at this hospital. And what did the Lord do? He healed her! By the power of God, she got out of bed, into her wheelchair, onto a bus, and off to her house! We learned such a lesson that day about God's power in healing and doing miracles.

Us with Rosa and one of her friends that visited her everyday!

Sooo... because Rosa left the hospital before she thought she would, we didn't get a chance to say goodbye. We always talked with her about after she got home we'd come over to her house one day and have dinner. From getting her the wheelchair we had to get a copy of her ID card, so we sort of remembered her address, which are not too exact in Nica. All we knew was that she lived in a tiny little town called San Blas and her house was small and in front a school. We asked our Nicaraguan friends where San Blas was, and most of them didnt even know. Turns out it is very tiny and about 6 miles off the highway between Granada and Masaya. We sat out one Sunday afternoon with a mission to find Rosita, and find her we did! We got a taxi driver to drop us off at this dirt road in the middle of nowhere that he told us led to San Blas. We had to wait around for a Tuk Tuk (mototaxi) to take us the rest of the way. We asked the tuk tuk driver if he happened to know Rosa Aleman and he said, "oh yea, Dona Rosita!, She lives in front of the school!" Turned out their inexact addresses worked out just fine. the drive back the dirt road was beautiful, pure farm land and dust. We pulled up in front of Rosa's house and there she was, sitting on her front porch in her wheelchair, beaming from ear to ear and cackling with laughter! It was such a blessing to be able to see her in her home. She was o happy there with her family who was visiting and to have the two Gringos there on her porch. We took lots of pictures and stayed around a few hours talking with her and her family. We sang some hymns with her and we even recorded her singing "En la Cruz, en la Cruz." We showed her the video and she thought it was the coolest thing ever, it was freakin' adorable.

Sweet Rosita at her home, in her element. Smiling with Julita, her favorite Gringa.