Article January 30, 2017 Issue

Far from home, but close to God

Laura Amanda Mejía

I am in my last year of high school and I live in Nicaragua. Last year, during school vacation, I had the opportunity to travel to Switzerland to visit my cousin and her husband, who have two small children. I stayed with my cousin’s family for two months, and every day I helped my cousin care for her children.

One night after dinner, I took my cousin’s son, Marcos, who was only two years old, to the bathroom, which is on the second floor, so that I could help him brush his teeth. After we finished brushing his teeth, Marcos asked me to carry him back downstairs. So I did. However, I was wearing only socks, and as we went down the stairs to the first floor, I slipped with Marcos in my arms and I banged my head against the wall.

I was immediately concerned about Marcos and was so busy checking to make sure he was OK that I didn’t even think about myself. My cousin’s husband came running and was checking Marcos over, too. When he saw that Marcos was fine, he turned to me and was very scared by what he saw. I had a big bump on my head, and he and my cousin asked if they should take me to the hospital.

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