Yesterday we hiked in the desert to visit sites where the bones of dead migrants were discovered, less than 1/4 mile from a neighborhood where any one would have helped them. They were either too afraid or too sick...
The inhospitable desert makes identification of these people impossible.
We call her Sassy Cactus Carlene (Pare). If there is a cactus within 30 feet of her she will end up with the needles embedded in her foot, shoe, or pant leg. And it is daylight. And she is being very careful. The terrain that is attacking Carlene is the same terrain where the bodies were found. The same path. The migrants who travel this path do so in the dark, walking and running among the cactus, often without proper shoes or clothing. They travel up and down hills and through the river wash. How anyone attempts this is beyond me.
I am thankful for Shura Wallin and the Los Samaritanos who live in this beautiful and often unforgiving landscape and who provide "a healing presence along the border".
I am thankful for Laurie Jurs and Jennifer who care for the unknown souls they discovered near their home.
I am thankful for the experience of yesterday. Although there were lots of tears, there was also hope.
Today we participate in a water drop in the desert the Tucson Samaritans.
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