My first trip to Nicaragua was in June of 2000. Wendy, the little girl I am holding, is 11 years old but the size of a three year old. She was born with a disability, and in her poverty, her mother couldn’t afford the special nutritional milk Wendy needed. She died a few days before Christmas that year. Since then my husband and I have made a dozen or so trips there, primarily to help the many families who have disabled children to care for. Too often, with their meager food supply, they have to choose to give the food they have to their little ones who are not disabled. Respiratory illnesses are frequently a cause of death, as meals are cooked over wood fires inside homes without appropriate ventilation. But we do have some wonderful success stories as well, and are so thankful to the Lord for the opportunity to help these wonderful, caring people.