Jose is a child who sleeps, eats, and does everything else on the streets. He has won my heart from the first day I met (after I had been here about two weeks). Friends jokingly say they are jealous of him, because it seems that when he is around, everyone else disappears. Truly, I love this kid.
Today we (Jansen and I) went looking for him. We found him conked out on the sidewalk. We have found him this way many times. It’s always one of my favorite moments, when I get to wake him up. I like being a gentle hand waking up, rather than the kick in the ribs he often gets.
But today was different.
Today I just couldn’t get him to wake up. Jansen kept looking at me and shaking his head. We both knew he wasn’t just sleeping, he was passed out. It’s been about two hours and he is still in the bed of my car. A 12-year old. Passed out. Drugged up. My heart hurts.
Please pray for Jose. I have a home for him. He just has to be ready. Perhaps today is the day.












