After church Sunday, just before we all said our final goodbyes, I sat next to Pedro and "Burro" under the gazebo and traded e-mail addresses with them. Then Pedro told me that he had been under the impression that we had all been brought down through funding from the Diocese, and didn't realize that we had paid our own way to come and help the people of El Salvador. He said he and the other "surfer dudes" had been very moved by our dedication and caring of people we had never met before. He also saw how we cried when we saw the children with bad teeth, and for the other medical and psychological stories we heard, and that he felt like crying too but he didn't because he was a "Big Boy." He says none of his friends could understand why he had decided to become a translator for the mission and he was going to relay these messages to his friends. I told him that it was going to be up to him and his generation to work to make his country a better place for his children.
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