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November 16, 2011

What can I say to encourage you and members of your family to share part of Christmas giving with a very poor part of the human family?

What can I say to convey that your donation will actually save the life of another human being?

What can I say to describe the deplorable living conditions of the people we help in the high Andes and the Amazon Basin?

What can I say to convince you that these poor people need our help and will provide all the labor to build their own schools, clean...

December 16, 2009

Christmas is my favorite time of year.  I start to play Christmas Carols right after Labor Day trying to stretch out this great season of peace and good will toward men. I use this season to re-awaken my spirit of giving and share what I have with those who are destitute having little hope for the future. Unless you have actually seen, in person on one of our expeditions, the plight of those living who have no hope for the future, it is difficult to communicate how urgent the ne...

December 16, 2008

Ten years ago I resolved in my mind that I was going to do everything in my power to provide hope and encouragement to the poor people of the high Andes and the Amazon Basin.  There are over 2.5 million of these people who have been forgotten by their government and the world for over 460 years.

These people have no water half the year and then filthy water the next 6 months, no medical services, no functioning schools, no relief from starvation, no way to earn money, and no hope...

December 16, 2007

As I went for my morning run, I passed the cathedral “Del Sol” and noticed a small child huddled in a ball fast asleep against one of the large stones of the ancient Inca wall. She looked about 8 or 9 years old and her hair and clothing were dirty and tattered.

Quietly, I removed my camera from my pack, took her picture, and continued my run up the cobbled stone streets, but the image of the little girl cycled through my mind as I ran. I recalled there was a distinct odor that ca...

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