The Children Danced

By Kory Paz

My friend came down for the weekend and she invited me to an art festival that was taking place over at the Best Western. I stopped by and found lots of tables filled with art and fun stuff which at the same time this was a charity for the orphanage. I stayed and we waited for someone to stop by and buy some of these things. I talked to some of them and there was disappointment because this was their second day and there was no response. Barbara, the one responsible for this event, was frustrated because she felt she had planned it all so well, posters, publicity, and a lot of heart. The local ladies were also there, and I talked to both the Americans and the Mexicans. They each sat separately and they were both there for the same reason. Although the language was missing, we all knew it was sad to see the dance teacher and the children ready to perform with no audience. I talked to Angelica and shared Barbara's story about Rocky Point being her home and having only one daughter who lived in Texas and that this was her family. She enjoyed helping the community and she didn't know where she had gone wrong. Something suddenly happened. The Mexican lady named Angelica approached me and asked me to translate to Barbara. Angelica took a stance and said she would help her organize the next art festival, and together they could make it happen. In a matter of minutes they exchanged information, took phone numbers, and unified as a group. They founded a group named the Community Lighthouse, and everyone got really excited. And then the children still wanted to dance. They performed, we applauded, and we all knew that there would be a better tomorrow.

 

 

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