She doesn't know how old she is - nobody really does - which is endearing. She defies what a particular age should look like. She is difficult to understand . . . . even for some Dominicans. But she manages to get her point across.
|I just found this picture from several years ago.|
She is with my cousin, Scott, who is well - shortish.
And he is hunching over . . . .
Let me tell you what . . . . this woman is little but MIGHTY! She stands all of four feet high. Her eyes are like sparkling blue diamonds. Her face worn, but her spirit ALIVE. I have seen her hoist large trash cans over her head and walk them across a large field to dump them out in the trash pit. I kid you not - the little lady is strong. The hike to her house had me breathing heavy like a middle school prank caller - for real. The most compelling part about her strength - is her strength of spirit. The gal exudes JOY.
The last time my sister came to visit, we ended up giving Maria a ride back to the path to her house. I introduced my sister (in Spanish, thank you) saying, "Maria, this is my sister. She is visiting me. Her name is Dawn" She took one look at Dawn, threw her hands up flamboyantly above her head and with great confidence and volume said, "NO! Ella es Chaaaarrrrrrro!" Thus, on that day, Dawn's Dominican alter ego was born, and we shall forever call her CHHHHHAAAAARRRRRRRO (must be said with arms thrown wildly above one's head!)
Maria might be one of the most joyful people I have ever met. I do believe that life is difficult for her, but I also believe that she is rich.
"Listen, my dear brothers: Has God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith?" James 2: 5