By Juan Rene, now 20 and both a former sponsored child and CFCA scholar in Honduras.
Since I was a child, I always told myself I would never forget CFCA.
It was directly involved in my development for 10 years, supporting me with education, clothing and nutrition to give my world faith and hope, transforming my mind into something useful to my family and society.
In my childhood I lived in Colonia la Trinidad, one of the poorest neighborhoods of Tegucigalpa along the banks of the Choluteca River.
After five months, a hurricane left my family and me on the streets, sweeping away what my mother had constructed as a single mother.
With my brothers, Edwin, 4, and Moises, 5 months, in 1998 we moved to a shelter closer to where my mother was working when the hurricane hit our community.
Months later, a volunteer at the CFCA project in Suyapa, Fanny, arrived at our home and determined I was eligible for sponsorship.
During 1999-2002, we lived in Trebol. I finished primary school full of enthusiasm, knowing I could count on my sponsor’s assistance.
Her faithful support provided me with new shoes and a school uniform every year, food, Christmas celebrations and other benefits that only CFCA could provide for me in spite of living in a place without love, with much violence and above all, in extreme poverty.
Upon leaving school well-trained with excellent grades, I started at a community technical school, always maintaining my relationship with my sponsor.
I turned in my letters regularly and kept my grades up.
During this time I was a leader in the community, helping volunteer with the New Yearís lectures on the projectís anniversary and at Christmas.
I helped with caring for sponsored aging and special-needs children, since my brother suffered from hydrocephalus (a buildup of fluid inside the skull, causing brain swelling).
The years 2006-2007 were one of the toughest, but also most important, stages of my life. Read more