Luke and I are working at intake. Many do not know their age and some say they are 50 or 60 but look more like 80 or 90. The children sit quietly watching us. They have big eyes and do not have the opportunity to bathe very often. Once again I know what a luxury we have. Babies are carried in a bright colorful cloth across their mother's chest or on their back. As they watch, I wonder what they are thinking.
These people speak their own language so an interpreter takes information in Spanish and converts it to Tzoltzil, and then back to us. The interpreter is very good but it is a slow process. They sky is bright blue and the sun is hot, yet they sit with patience.
We feel helpless with communication yet know that we are providing a service for the needy. It is a wonderful feeling that they can put their trust in people they have never seen, much less let us clear their ears, inject their knees, and anything we suggest. That is truly amazing. Back home it seems so many people need a second opinion.
Many don't like their pictures taken but some allow us to take one of them with their children, with us - then we see smiles! Some children are OK until we get close but the mothers try to comfort them.
The men sit back all afternoon. We find out that they are letting the women and children go first. Several want to be seen by a doctor but they are waiting. It seems like a picture out of a National Geographic magazine but you feel that spirit so much more.
We hope we can see all the patients and our hearts are broken when we are unable to see them all.