Little is Much
Our first morning in Nicaragua, we had just finished breakfast and as I was walking across the compound I met a little girl, Sarasha. She was with her Mother, visiting the doctor at the clinic onsite. The first thing she did was confidently offer me one of the two cookies she was eating for breakfast.
Even though she had little (two white oreo like cookies) for her breakfast, she was so readily wanting to share with me.
I accepted her cookie, twisted it and offered half of the cookie back to her, showing her I also wanted to share. We introduced ourselves to each...