The second flight from Houston to San Pedro Sula wasn't too bad either. The front part of the plane was basically empty so after take off we moved around to have more room. I sat next to Jamie, a 30-some year old self-employed contractor from West Virginia. Jamie is a former employee of Wayne Homes and started working for Keith when he was about 15 years old. Jamie has two girls and a baby on the way. I really enjoyed talking to him and it made the time fly by.

We made it through customs fairly rapidly. I stood in line with Shirley Sholtis. I enjoyed chatting with her, and again the time went by quickly. Shirley and I were hit up by a group of panhandlers and so we gave them $5.00 US. Later, we joked around about it several times when the subject would arise from Sister Laurinda about people begging for money.

Sister Laurinda met us at the baggage claim. She was very happy to see me and told me that although Jessica asked if I was coming to Honduras, she replied "I'm sure Davee will come back again in the future". That is all Sister would tell her. The sound of that made the butterflies begin in my stomach. I pictured how I was going to get off the bus. I was getting even more anxious now to see Jessica.

Shirley and I also talked about wrestling. Her son wrestled for University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown and before long we realized how many of the same people we knew.

I found Benigno waiting in a different area of the airport for our group. As I walked around the side of the building, he saw me and began to wave. I waved for him to come this way, so he got up out of his seat and came over. Benigno shook my hand, then relented and gave me a hug. I had him follow me to where the group was waiting.

As we loaded the luggage into the trucks of Benigno and Sister Laurinda, it became apparent that we were missing a team member who was flying in from New York. Sister found out that his flight had been canceled in New York and that he was rerouted on a different airline and would arrive later today. So Sister decided that we should go to the Pro Papa office to gather up some extra tools. Later, she would head back to the airport to get Michael Kelly (the missing team member) while we continued on for the bus to Urraco.

My first night of sleeping was fine. I'm sleeping on a mattress laid out on a floor. There are six guys sleeping in our approximately 10X12 room.

After gathering the tools, the group made a stop in El Progresso for Kay Smith, our leader, so she could make a call home, then we picked up our translator, Josh. After stalling for a while, and getting food for those who wanted to eat, we continued on to Urraco.

As we passed different things along the way, I would point them out to the group members. I forgot to mention that this is Kay's eighth time and Shirley hasn't been here in the last few years but she's been here at least six or seven times previously. For all of the other members, it is their first trip. For me-- it's my second one.

My butterflies were getting worse as we entered Urraco. As we rode by, I saw Alberto on his bike. I leaned forward so he couldn't see me. We turned onto the road that leads to the place we would be staying. I recognized most of the kids when we stopped. I ducked and let everyone else get out of the bus before me. When I finally stood at the door, Jessica yelled "Davee!" and her face lit up. (Armour Cribbs, another team member, told me that my face lit up at the same time.)

I stepped off the bus and immediately had kids hanging on me saying "Davee, Davee!" They remembered me!

I recalled so many names-- like I never left in March. There was Keyvi, Kathy, Jonny, Darlene, Jossi, Wendi, Juan and many, many more. I shook hands with the gentleman who lives across the road and then Jessica took me by the hand to see her mama. I saw that their home is now complete and that Tonia, Jessica's mother, was very happy to see me. I gave Tonia a hug and she told me that Jessica cried when I left in March. Tonia then showed me an 8X10 photo of Jessica and me hanging on the wall of their new home. I'd spent 25 minutes or so with the family, and I thought that I better hook up with the group again.

I returned to our house, but everyone was gone. They left to see the job site, the Medical Clinic. The rain began to fall steadily, so I walked up the hill to the clinic at a good pace. The kids all followed me, of course, and I found our group inside the warehouse near the clinic.

The kids played in the rain, running and sliding on their stomachs on the smooth concrete sidewalk. They were doing concrete belly smackers. They sure are tough! Michael Moran, one of the guys in our group took off his shirt and did the same slide as the kids. Mike is very good with the kids and knows some Spanish. All of the members of our group are very good with playing with the kids.

On the way off of the hill from the clinic, I heard that Wendi had a baby just two weeks ago. So after I changed out of my wet clothes, I walked back up the hill to see her new baby. He was so cute…Big, brown eyes staring at me as I'd say "Hola". He didn't cry at all! Wendi cared for her four brothers and one sister when their mom left home for a few years. At the time, Wendi was only 12 or 13 years old. Her mom is now home and I understand that Wendi is now married and will move to San Pedro Sula with her new husband and her baby. Wendi is now about 17 years old.

When I came back from seeing the baby, I gathered some new shirts that my brother Rick donated. I handed them out, and had the kids take off their wet shirts and replace them with the dry ones. They all liked their new camisa— the Spanish word for "shirt"