ESPERANZA
Originally Published the Week of Aug. 11, 2021 in Western Outdoor Publications
In Spanish, the word “Esperanza” generally means “hope.”
It can also connotate “promise,”
And “confidence.”
And “faith”
And “expectation.”
And “possibilities.”
Like a lot of kids in the U.S., Dayana just graduated from high school. Like a lot of kids, the last year or so was especially tough.
She has not been in a classroom in 16 months as schools remained closed. No proms. No dances. No sports. No activities.
Like a lot of kids, she’s headed off to college next semester.
But, Dayana isn’t like a lot of kids in the U.S. You see, she’s not in the U.S. She’s in Mexico. In fact, she’s in Baja. La Frontera. The Frontier.
You see, unlike kids in the U.S. education here in Mexico is only mandated or required until the 6th grade. That’s it. That’s as far as you go.
If you even get that far.
And unlike U.S., the family must pay for the kids to go further.
And unlike the U.S., if a family can afford to send a child further, it’s usually the boy that gets the nod. Girls will go to work.
Or stay home.
Make babies. Marry. Make more babies.
That’s the thinking. For girls, no education needed beyond rudimentary reading and writing.
So, education is wasted on the girls. Or, even if not, it’s simply not affordable.
And that would easily have been Dayana’s “happily-ever-after-future” into the abyss of life.
But, she’s headed in a different direction. She’s going down the “road less traveled” because some few with generous hearts took an interest.
And made a difference.
Even in impoverished areas, we see American kids wearing $300 Nike Jordan basketball shoes. Or carrying $500 smartphones. A different outfit every day. Name brand clothes and backpacks. School lunches. Transportation. Real books.
For the past 6 years, Dayana has moved forward. Because for her, $300 per year wasn’t used to buy the latest shoes or a smartphone.
The “monumental” amount of $300 a year kept her in school.
For a lot of us, that’s a concert ticket. It’s a steak dinner. It’s 5 minutes in Vegas. It’s a hotel night in Puerta Vallarta or a night of clubbing in Cabo San Lucas.
And yes (cringe)… It’s the cost of YOUR kid’s shoes headed to school this fall.
A special program here in La Paz, where we live and run our fishing business, allowed many of our anglers to donate towards keeping a kid in school.
Five bucks…ten bucks…a hundred bucks. Little-by-little. Poco a poco.
Hit $300 and another kid stays in school.
Three hundred bucks goes a long way.
For Dayana, each year, it purchased her books. It purchased her uniform. It got her transportation to school; as well as breakfast and lunch.
And this was no free ride for her either.
She had to maintain her grades.
Forget dances, sports, social events, day trips and extracurricular activities. No time for that.
She was also required to do community work. She was also required to mentor other students and pay-it forward.
And from year-to-year, there was no guarantee that her benefactors would sponsor another year. Or that there would be enough money.
It could have ended at any time, but for the big hearts of certain individuals.
It could easily have been a trip back to that happy-ever-after dead-end future that befalls so many of her friends.
In the barrio. In an un-ending circle of. . .whatever.
So, she graduated. High grades. She reads and writes fluently English and Spanish. Most of us can’t even do that.
And she’s moving on.
And up.
A full scholarship to the military university in distant Mexico City for 4 years then onto officers-training school and hopefully an engineering degree.
Oh…and an anonymous benefactor also paid for her braces!
It calls to mind the story about the hiker walking along the seashore after a storm. He sees many starfish washed up stranded on the beach.
The hiker starts throwing the stranded starfish back into the ocean. Hoping to save a few.
A bystander says, “You’re wasting your time. You can’t save them all. There are miles of beach. You can’t make a difference.”
The hiker smiles. He picks up another starfish and tosses it back into the ocean and says, “It makes a difference to THAT starfish!”
I’m writing this column because Dayana wrote a letter…in perfect English mind you…probably better than some of the writing I’ve seen from other high school students…just to say thank you.
Thank you to sponsors and benefactors named and anonymous.
“…and to all those people who make the dream of many young people possible, to improve ourselves, study, pursue a career and achieve our goals; blessings for all.”
Her words. Not mine.
Grateful for “Esperanza.”
Hope.
Promise.
Confidence.
Faith.
Expectation.
Possibilities!
That’s my story
Jonathan
That's My Story 