Yep...that's me strapped to a backboard surrounded by paramedics. I will never forget Saturday, August 26, 2006. It is a day I was quite fortunate to have survived. On that day I learned the definition of thirst, not to mention that a shadeless, boulder-strewn mountain on a 103 degree day can be downright unforgiving. By the way, being completely immobilized like this was, in itself, an awful experience. My back was absolutely killing me - not because of the fall I took but rather because of that darn backboard!
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Ministerios de Amor (Ministries of Love)
When we were in Cuernavaca we stayed and worked with a group of Children's Homes called "Ministerios de Amor." This ministry rescues street children from Mexico City and relocates them into stable, loving group homes. It was started in 1987 by Cecilia Blanchet Pezet (at left) who is a wonderful and powerful woman of faith and vision. 
Zack making new friends ===>
<=== These kids were taken in off the streets