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Ship a Container: Villa Boqueron, Paraguay
A home that changes young lives: “Unidos por Christo” (United by Christ)
Click here for new pictures from the foundation Unidos por Christo
“The unconditional love towards the kids was the reason to open this Home and there is no better reward than seeing their lives changed and they learn to forgive, because most of them have been hurt or abused by adults in different ways before they came here…”
says Patricia Bozzano, the leader and founder of this Home for Street kids. She has 7 kids of her own (4 biological and 3 adopted) and more than 130 kids that came from the streets and had no Home.
“It is the biggest satisfaction to feel the love from the Kids and seeing them now comparing them when they came here…”
“God provides for the daily needs. Some caring people will always show up and give,
some bring Bread, others meat or milk. It’s impressive and they have the same desire to serve like we do. There is no weekend or Holiday-we are a Fulltime Family”
These are some comments from Patricia.
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This home for children is about five years old, and it already has over 140 kids.
The directors of the home say, "most of all, the children need love". They are asking for a helping hand to buy groceries.
We are trying to raise funds to buy meat, sugar and milk. They also have a need for a vehicle to pick up donations.
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A 13 year old Mother
Maria Estela Acosta is Native. Her story is no different than the other kids on the street. Shame, suffering, pain its all part of the street and it seems it is because she is Native. Her father died when she was little and her Mother could not feed her and the rest of the siblings so she had to make a living on the street since she was 10. She moved from location to location and ended up into Prostitution when she was 12. When she was 13 she got pregnant, had no documents and could not work. She gave birth to a baby Girl.
She gave it away. Moving around without destination until she found the place called: Santa Librada ( ). She got a job in a family home but didn’t last long and she was back on the streets and Prostitution, this time in the Capital City, Asuncion. She moved to a different place in the city and got to know the Gang called: caballos locos (crazy horses) who taught her how to steal jewelry, wallets etc. from people in the Transit Buses and she also got the taste of Marihuana. She got pregnant again, stole and drugged herself up. Sadness, emptiness and desperation entered her life.
She said: “I had nobody. Life didn’t make sense, nobody cared, I slept on the streets, and I was planning to commit suicide when I was 3 months pregnant with my 2nd baby. I wanted to throw myself into the river; I didn’t want to live anymore. Why should I, nobody cared, nobody worried about me, I have nothing to give to my Child.”
One Lady that sold candies convinced her not to kill herself. The Lady opened the doors for her and she found herself in an Institution “Unidos por Christo” (United by Christ) where she found more care, but when she met Patricia Boccano, she found peace, love and happiness in her life. She came with hatred, resentment, rage and was rebeldish.
Now she is studying, is in grade 8 and is a respectful Maria Estela.
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 NINOS DE LA CALLE
Paraguayan artists Pedro y Fabian from their Album
"Cosas del Destino"
CHILDREN FROM THE STREET
Lyrics in english.
Looking to pass those children that ask for money
and others that clean the windows of the nice cars.
These are the ones that cry for hunger and live on the streets.
These are children of mothers that live in dark places.
Looking to pass that boy that asks affection
encounters a gang member not to be alone.
Looking at those who cry of loneliness
Sleeping in the arms of the ground.
Children of the world are they in search of peace,
lost in so many corners that are their homes.
Those little ones are marginal angels
Where are their toys, with which they can play?
Looking to pass those children with needs
and within their heart so many wants,
or those with dirty faces longing for love;
lost the right of a day to be happy.
Looking to pass that child with bruises,
and it's hatred that only offends the careless.
Looking to pass that child that nobody gives a value.
Could it be that one day they will find a little bit love?
Children of the world are they in search of peace,
lost in so many corners that are their homes.
Those little ones are marginal angels
Where are their toys, with which they can play?
Free translation by Ingrid Chiri
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