They joined the church about 15 years ago, were baptized, sealed, and are faithful and strong members. Shortly after I arrived, Irmao Da-Hora was in a critical accident and was on the verge of death. But even through the surgeries and the pain, he was so strong and humble. Now fully recovered, I have never seen him without a smile and a calm look on his face. This family has touched my life. They are so kind to me. They are true examples of what matters most.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
One photo is with me and Irmao Da-Hora (with his daughter sneaking behind) The Da-Hora´s I feel have become life-long friends. I've learned from them first-hand a lesson I´ve always heard, but now experienced. They live in a small humble mud-brick home, Irmão Da-hora bulit. They don´t appear to have much. But they are the happiest people I've ever met. As I sit in their home I have an overwhelming feeling, there is so much love and peace and joy in the small home, to me I feel they have have everything.
The other photo is this funny dude Gueddes, that acts just like Dirk (our cousin), he´s like the black version. Hahah