Worked with the United Nations in a village in the mountains of San Pedro, Colombia.
It was a long drive to this village, and we got picked up at 5 in the morning. The UN ambassador who was in charge stopped to buy us breakfast on the way and we enjoyed eggs, dry cheese, hot chocolate and fresh squeezed strawberry juice. Most all of the citizens of this village have been effected by the drug wars in some way, many with the loss of loved ones and some with the loss of limbs from land mines. There was an eight year old boy there, named Ricardo, who had the fingers on his right hand disfigured and…
