Hello, I am Hazell Patricia Chacón Ruiz. I was born on September 12nd, 1991 in Managua, Nicaragua. I am the daughter of Thelma María Ruiz Reyes and Marvin Chacón. I started pre-school at age 4 at a public school that was just few blocks from home. Despite the many economic difficulties that my family faced, I always got good grades. When I was 6 years old, my dad died. My mom worked hard, day and night, to support me not only materially but also spiritually. While she was working outside the house, my grandmother would take care of me.
Monthly Archives:: April 2014
No, we are not hiring right now. Yes, I was trying to get your attention. But we do need a lot of help. I guess you could say we messed up. I guess you could say I messed up. I guess you could say we were let down. But the end of the story is that a lot of children need help. When we first began our work in Eldoret, Kenya—I was sitting in a room of 150 AIDS orphans. All of them needed to be sponsored. I didn’t know in the beginning if we had the leadership there to do a CRF program. So I told them that we would try a program with 30 children and if it… Read more »
“I never met my father,” Daniel said. “That’s why I like CRF so much.” “I was an orphan,… I never even saw a picture of my dad. All I know is that he told my mother before he died— ‘Get this boy an education!’” Daniel Chengo’s mother did everything that she could to send him to school. With huge sacrifices, she helped Daniel get through the fourth grade. But by the time he got to the fifth grade, tuition increased and they were out of money. Daniel went to school anyway. He sat in the classroom until he was chased out of class for not paying his fees. But Daniel didn’t go away. Every single day, he would arrive and… Read more »
Emily Whelchel is a member of the CRF blogging network. She wrote the following story of struggle and redemption and we’re excited to share it with you! Emily blogs at www.emilytheperson.com ___________________________________ Let me tell you a story about a family living in a small village a few hours outside of Eldoret, Kenya. It began almost five years ago. Helen is a widow. Exhaustion was evident in her eyes as she gathered her youngest children to come outside and meet my dear friend Barbie and me. We were looking for children that would match with CRF’s sponsorship program: partial or total orphans, children who were in desperate need of support. Helen’s family sure seemed to fit this description.