"If you leave him here, he'll just be abandoned and thrown into a common grave," the social assistence employee told me. I didn't really believe her, but I didn't think taking Alejandro back to his home from the hospital was going to be much better than her threat. His home has no running water, and with his broken left arm he suffered while trying to get up from his bed in the hospital, he can't even use his bedside commode. His infected foot that was the reason for his hospitalization was worse than when I took him in before going to North America in July. What am I going to do? I can't sit at his side and take care of him like I did with Amy. I have children to raise and ministries to do. He needs a nurse that can come visit him. I called some of the guys from church, who help out with Alejandro, if they knew of any nurses that could help. Nope. No one had any leads.
I rode in the ambulance with Alejandro and Maruja (the employee that said Alejandro would be left to die) and we carried him up to his bed. His niece came by and we tidied up his room and boiled him some water before I needed to head back downtown for a meeting.
I started walking, not sure how far I'd have to go to find a taxi. One showed up after I'd walked a block or two and I asked him (Edgar) how his day had been. "Slow. So many people are striking, there are less people needing taxis. The teachers are striking. The nurses are striking. The miners are striking."
"Yeah, I saw the nurses marching with signs at the hospital an hour ago," I replied.
Edgar said, "My daughter studied nursing."
"I need a nurse for a disabled patient nearby," I said, not really expecting anything in particular.
"Are you the guy that helps take care of Alejandro?"
"Yes," I said, a bit surprised that Edgar had heard of me.
"My daughter helped take care of him a couple of years ago! He always called her an angel, he liked her so much!"
"Is she working right now?" I asked, starting to get excited with the prospect of finding a nurse for Alejandro.
"No, she has a baby now and no job."
"Where does she live?"
"With me, near where you got in my taxi."
"Would she like a job of visiting Alejandro everyday to help take care of him?"
"I'll ask her."
To make a long story a little less long, María was happy for a chance of employment, and she seemed to be so caring, taking Alejandro's hand when she came to meet me at his house to see what the job entailed. Lots of people have been praying for Alejandro and it was incredible to see God provide for him in such a timely, precise way! And I even got a chance to clearly present God's plan of salvation to the ambulance driver on the way to Alejandro's house!