Poverty Project International Stories

How do I even begin to write about this? My son came to me this morning and told me that the word ineffable means, without expression, or without words. This is how I feel. The people in this video are real people. Their lives are simple. The girl and baby you see on the thumbnail here are my neighbors. What do you do when you take on the challenge of living in a poor village and it kicks your butt, not because you cant handle the lack of hot (or running) water or because you don't like drying your clothes on the line, But because you were unprepared for the beauty. Love so very, very much, laura Please check out our FULL WEBSITE at www.PovertyProjectInternational.com Connect with us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/povertyprojectinternational/ If you want to chat, you can email us at povertyprojectinternational@gmail.com Or if you want to help us out and DONATE, you can go to PAYPAL and send your donation to   povertyprojectinternational@gmail.com All d

Sometimes things are encouraging, sometimes they are sad. Recently we have lost a lot of people in our town. We moved to Almirante, a small poor village. We wanted to really live among the locals. I wanted to be their neighbor and really get to know them. Now we have Noile who lives across the way. She is in her 60's and speaks Creole English and Spanish. She brings me limes from her garden and I give her star apples from mine. The kids come and play American football in the yard and they say "Hi!" in English to us when they ride by on their bicycles.They are excited to try out a new language. We started putting in a garden and some of the boys came and helped up pick stones out of the dirt. But a couple of weeks ago one of the little boys died. He went into the hospital with a headache and they said he died from complications with his liver. And then the man we rent our little house from died. And the man who lived next door died too, And so did the man jus