I stood next to her, silent, smiling, trying to grasp what was happening.
Minutes before, while helping lay stones for a road (read: standing around being unhelpful because I kept messing up, typical), I had stepped in a foot deep pile of mud. One of my teammates laughed at my then solidly brown shoes and said “well, they used to pink.” Magdalena came up to me, grabbed my hand, and led me to a stone wash tub outside of her sisters home. She motioned for me to hand her my shoes, and for the next ten minutes, she scrubbed and scrubbed to get my shoes clean, and she wouldn’t let me help. This beautiful, strong woman, who goes through more struggles in a single day than I have in my entire life, took the time to serve me and didn’t want anything in return. She showed up for me in a big way.Read More