Lo Imposible No Existe

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.

Outside Listening In

“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 »

Martha’s Sacrifice

I recently returned from a visit to see the CRF programs in Liberia. People have been asking me how it was. I have mixed feelings about the country. Historically, Liberia should have all the amenities, government, economy and services like the US. It was founded by freed slaves after our Civil War. But it doesn’t. After years of corruption, abuse, their own Civil War, dictators, coups, and neglect, Liberia is a country that has so many needs. If I had to sum it up, it is as if a developed country slipped back into becoming a developing country again. But the people have tremendous hope; they see a better Liberia on the immediate horizon. I feel it too. I met… Read more »

Gratitude in Any Language

As I stepped into the building, I couldn’t see much. It felt dark because the windows all seemed to be small, and the old building was darkly painted inside. It was quiet, but every once in a while I could hear what sounded like muffled voices, which I followed to a small, dark classroom. The students were learning math. The teacher was teaching in sign language, and the kids were answering back out loud. When they saw me, they all stopped, looked at me, and then started signing, “I love you!” in American Sign Language. We all know that sign…hold up your hand with your thumb, index finger and pinkie all extended and your ring finger and middle finger down…. Read more »

Try to Remember

- This is a blog post by CRF President Milton Jones. – I learned something new about children in poverty today. Surely, I already knew it — but it caught my attention in a vivid way this afternoon. A sponsored child at the Sovereign School in Cap Hatien, Haiti gave me a note. She had been a delightful girl and very helpful in things that I was doing there. She even tried to teach me Creole. But when I got the note, there was an “Uh Oh!” that went off in my mind. I just knew that she going to ask me to give her something. I figured she would hit me up for some money. Slowly I opened the… Read more »