Brown University built and operates the clinic at Guachipilincito, the small community about an hour’s walk or an hour’s drive from Concepcion. That sounds strange to say to those of us that are accustomed to cars driving along well paved roads, or distances that can be measured by a straight line extended from point A to point B. These assumptions don’t apply to Guachi, a place very close and yet so far away.
Brown has been coming down for many years. They are physically present in a brigade two times a year, but their presence there is more constant then that. There are various programs and supports that they have invested in for the people of Guachi that connect them to the wider world. But it’s very hard to maintain. Maybe it’s like building a sand castle along the shore during low tide. That’s not to say it’s a fool’s errand, but just that as close as one gets to Guachi, it seems to stay far away. But Brown has built buildings and relationships, is committed to ongoing service, makes the journey regularly, and something, though elusively hard to define, remains.
She went to Guachi with two Honduran, Shoulder to Shoulder doctors, one from our main clinic in Concepción and the other from the town clinic. She arranged for them to sit down and dialogue with Wayne, Judy Steinberg (the board president for the Guachi mission), and with other brigade members. They spoke about our Convenio system of care. They spoke about how to make referrals. They spoke about how to collaborate in mission. They spoke about the health and well-being needs of the people in Guachi. They spoke about how Brown/Wingate could help in ongoing care and how Shoulder to Shoulder’s presence and work in the Frontera could help bring effectiveness to the mission in Guachi. In a word, they spoke about how to bridge distances.
That is the main focus of our work here. It would be so easy if there weren’t so many mountains. It would be so easy if we had good roads. It would be so easy if Honduras weren’t so poor, or if the Honduran government would actually fund health care. It would be so easy if there weren’t so many cultural divides, or if we all spoke the same language. It would be so easy if Guachipilincito wasn’t that place that seems so close, but is really a world away. So, you build bridges. This is tremendously difficult work. It takes more than goodwill, talent, and knowledge. It takes an investment in humility and vulnerability, a patience that understands that the seemingly short distance is actually very far.
I didn’t get to Guachi. On the day that they were leaving, they hiked into Concepción. A truck would transport their luggage to their bus. The bus can’t get to Guachi because of the road. The bus would pick them up outside of our house in Concepción. I met them in the town square during market day: vegetable, fruits, venders, and pirated DVDs in every corner. They were all smiles, shaking my hand and introducing themselves. Their brigade was a great success. I was feeling some guilt that I had not gotten to them or to Guachi in the week that they were here. They, however, treated me as an old friend, and were excited to get to my house and see Laura again. At the house, they rehydrated after the arduous, hot, hour plus walk over mountain and dale. They had a few minutes to relax on our porch.
I spoke with Lynn, Wayne’s wife. I apologized for not getting to see them this week. We also talked about how sometimes it’s hard to know what’s best to do with limited resources and Guachi being so far away. She told me of a woman she met. The woman suffered with dwarfism and her feet were turned out perpendicular to her body. She walked with great difficulty. They had found some paper and traced the outline of her feet. With that they managed to buy shoes that fit her. She walks easier now. Lynn’s take on the whole thing (something she and her husband have been involved with all of their lives) was that you do what you can with what’s placed in front of you in the moment. What more can be expected? That was what she, and they, did for the woman she met. I thought about these great distances. This one woman was probably further away from the rest of the world than anyone in Guachi. Yet, she was found. She was met. She was honored. Maybe Guachipilincito is not as far away as it seems.
Thanks, Brown/Wingate Brigade, for making it to Guachipilincito.