When Volunteering is Simply Life

This is Mario. He helped us paint a house for a woman with no husband and a sick child. He is 16 and has 6 kids in his family.

This is where Mario lives. He has no electricity and uses rain water. His mother spends most of her day washing clothes by hand in a bucket outside.

Today we donated pillows, sheets and blankets to Mario's family. Tomorrow Mario will do a little work for us so he can earn a few dollars which he needs for school.

This is what we do here, and it feels normal, everyday....

Welcome to Panama,

laura

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