Nursing Home

So, Friday morning, we headed out for the nursing home. It was the last place on our schedule (that we hadn't already visited). Unfortunate that we didn't get to spend more time at the orphanages and whatnot (our team was the "Children's Ministry Team"), but this was our opportunity to visit the other side of the spectrum.
Many of these elderly people haven't got it all together.
Many of them are at a point in life where they're not functioning near as well as they used to.
But they are still a blessing and a joy to be around.
One man in particular, Mendula, was a pastor in his heyday.
He speaks Spanish and Creole…and to our delight and surprise, sings and plays guitar.
I remember meeting him in '09 and having him play my Appa's (stepdad's) classical nylon string guitar from Costco -- which had only 5 strings…(my fault)
This year, i was able to bring, my friend, Anton's guitar..which is a step above Costco guitars :P
To see him play the guitar and enjoy it was a blissful moment for me and i could only imagine if Sandy was there (Sandy and i met him last year).
It was fun, just to see the people on my team walk by with lit up faces at the sight of this elderly man playing the guitar


Credit to Giavanna Sicilia