What a blessing to have land

There lived a poor woman with her young daughter and handicapped son in a makeshift shack in the yard of her adult, delinquent son.  One day,  the son ordered her to leave.  Carrying what wood she could,  the woman set out to try and find a dry place to spend the night with her children. She went to the church where,  despite her financial poverty,  she had been devoting 3 days per week to cook for the abandoned children of the community. At the same time,  a member of the community learned of her situation and felt moved to give her a plot of land on which to live. At the church lived a family that had left everything to care for and teach the same abandoned children.  They also had compassion on the woman and decided to build her a minimal structure to withstand the tropical rains on her little square of land. The same community member was moved by the efforts of the family to help the woman and decided to give them,  also,  land on which to build a home. Unfortunately,  when the first rains of the year saturated the land, the area they were given flooded,  and they realized that they could never build there. The poor woman,  in turned moved by the plight of this family that had sacrificed so much to help her decided, “Listen…  If you don’t mind being my neighbor,  we will divide my land,  and you can build your house here.” The next time they were gathered together at the church the pastor asked,  “Woman,  why are you so happy today?” To which she responded,  “Because now I have good neighbors.” Sorry I don’t have a picture of Robinson with Maura,  that many of you have met here in Yaviza.