Have you ever stepped back in time? If you haven’t, go to Guatemala, drive up a mountain and you’ll feel like you did (except the occasional TV or car). The air is soft. When you breathe it in it smells like a summers morning. I love when it rains its a beautiful shower of pure water. We live so high up you can sometimes walk through the clouds. Cool, huh? It is so beautiful I could live there forever, but everything good must have bad. The worst would be there medical care. Guatemala doesn’t have much money for medicine or doctors.

Ok, so lets begin the story shell we? About six years ago well I was in Guatemala my mom, poppy and I traveled down the mountain for what seemed like hours. The rodes are dirt and there are no sidewalks. When we finally came to a house –there not made of bricks but some kind of tan cement- my parents told me to go play. They went into a room with other grownups. Being the cereuses little cat I am I went into the room.

The firs thing I sensed was the smell. It was old and scary I latter found out it was death I smelled that day. The second thing was the woman in the bed. She was old I could tell. Her skin having to Meany rankles to count. She was so skinny I could see her organs. She looked so sad and helpless. I asked my mother what was wrong with the woman. And was told “she’s blind, and her body is paralyzed, except one her arms. She should be dead and no one knows why she’s still holding on.”
Before my mother could stop me I went into the woman’s bed took off my cross necklace (witch was gold with pink and red roses and a golden chain) and put it in her hand. Then I whispered in her ear (in Spanish) “God is waiting and he loves you.” Then hugged her. The woman cried and through her only working arm over my shoulder. The woman died a week after I left Guatemala.