Finally, Eduardo was stepping out to his car. I had been gardening and hoped he would come outside. I ran to get the Magdalena DVD waiting by the front door and rushed across the street. “This is for your wife,” I explained. “It is in Spanish.” “Thank you,” he smiled weakly, the gold glistening on his teeth. Eduardo accepted the DVD and I went on to tell him the movie was about Jesus and about the different women He healed. He thanked me and I concluded our brief conversation with, “We are praying for you.” I wrote about our neighbors, … Continue reading Eduardo’s Wife Is Dying