I knew that she was a sweet little girl, but it wasn’t her face that told me so. Her face had a hard look, as if smiling was an indulgence; something reserved for close friends and family only. But the hardness in her face wasn’t a frown. It wasn’t unhappiness I saw there. It might have simply been shyness and uncertainty.

After all, who was I? Some American who swooped in to pass around the good feelings before returning to vast shelters of wood, composite and stone? Someone who wanted to “do little good” and make himself feel better before returning to his consumer Christianity?

It’s possible all of this was on her face and in her four-year-old mind. Children are, after all, very perceptive.

But maybe I was projecting. Maybe my mind was simply painting my own guilt on her stoic face.

I stood in the courtyard playground of that child development center in Bonao, hours outside of Santo Domingo and less than a day after arriving in the Dominican Republic (DR), and the sun’s heat felt more like that given off by an interrogation lamp than life-giving warmth.

Why was I really here anyway?

I came to the DR to lead a men’s retreat with three others. Two other Compassion employees and one elder of a local church. Our host was an employee of the DR country office. The next day, we were to begin speaking at his church and leading what we hoped would be a revival for the men of Santo Domingo.

So I was there to speak. To challenge, encourage and uplift.

But even more, I discovered that I was there to listen. And to be challenged, encouraged and uplifted myself.

Our first day in the country was a Compassion day. A chance for three of us to see, for the first time, the results of the work of thousands around the globe working to further the cause of Christ.

It was a holiday in the Dominican Republic, so we didn’t receive the 300-child welcoming party I’d heard is often customary when visiting a Compassion child development center.

Instead, we were greeted by a handful of children. Several boys and, as I remember it, one little girl with a hard face, but who radiated sweetness nonetheless.

Ana Maria

But from where? I wonder now what drew me so strongly to this sweet child, only present that day because her mother, Rosa, is their volunteer cook.

Perhaps it was the English.

Brandon and Ana Maria

Shortly after meeting Ana Maria, I knelt down to speak with her, with our friend and translator, David, at my right.

“Hello Ana. My name is Brandon.”

And before David could translate, she spoke.

“Hello,” she said, in English. There was a softness in her voice, one that smoothed her features and melted my heart.

“God bless you, Ana,” I said.

“God bless you,” she replied, again without waiting for David to translate. The center facilitator, who was sitting nearby, smiled.

“She wants to learn English.”

“That’s wonderful.” I looked back at Ana Maria and smiled at her.

She didn’t smile back, but the hardness I had seen at first was gone. Better yet, the image of hardness I projected on her face at the first was replaced with hope.

Cautious hope. And a desire to smile, but maybe not just yet.

Ana didn’t have a sponsor before that day. But by the time I left, she did.

I wonder sometimes if she remembers meeting me. If she recalls meeting an American man who would return home in days and slide unwittingly back into Western and indulgent living, but who now had a lifeline to need, reality and truth. A lifeline that somehow sustains both the giver and receiver.

I hope she does remember. Two years from now, my wife and I plan to return to the DR to visit Ana Maria and her mother. My wife will meet them for the first time, and I will see them once again. We’ll hug, pray, play and speak English and Spanish to each other.

And maybe, just maybe, we’ll smile.


Brandon Satrom is the Enterprise Applications Architect for Compassion. He works in IT evaluating both new and emerging technologies and helping Compassion IT make the best use of existing technologies.

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  1. May 1, 2008
    at 8:58 am

    Such precious, holy moments you had with Ana! I don’t think there’s a chance in the world that she will forget your visit. Thanks for sharing your story!

  2. May 1, 2008
    at 11:31 am

    Hi,
    Thank you for sharing this! We have not yet met our child (also by the name of Ana), but she is such a blessing to us! May both your family and Ana’s family be a blessing to one another, and when you visit the DR in two years, we’d love to hear about your trip!

    Love,
    Andy and Miranda – In Him

  3. Teri Heck
    May 1, 2008
    at 5:19 pm

    I’m sure that you, Sarah and Ana will share smiles of hope and a bond for a lifetime. What a precious blessing! I look forward to reading about the reunion in two years.

    Love,

    Mom

  4. May 2, 2008
    at 12:40 pm

    Vicki, Thank you for reading it, and for taking the time to leave a comment.

    Andy and Miranda, Thanks for that, I’ll be sure to follow-up on this with a trip report! And I hope that you all have a chance to meet your Ana one day!

    Teri (mom), Thanks mom. You can plan on hearing about it too! :)

  5. May 2, 2008
    at 1:06 pm

    I wonder who was affected more–you or Ana? This is the kind of meeting that haunts, but not necessarily in a “bad” way…just in a persistent way.

    The smiles are there, they’re just looking for a way out; reading your story coaxed one from my own lips.

    Beautifully written :).

  6. May 2, 2008
    at 3:05 pm

    Robin, you’re absolutely right, it is a persistent haunting. And a good thing. Writing this put me back in that place and reminded me just how much that meeting affected me. It was a very powerful experience. Meeting these children always is.

  7. May 3, 2008
    at 1:18 pm

    I love the description of child sponsorship as a lifeline for both parties. It is indeed.

  8. May 8, 2008
    at 4:48 am

    Brandon, you and Sarah have inspired your mom and I. We are going to sponsor a child through Compassion. Maybe we can all make that trip together.

  9. May 8, 2008
    at 2:34 pm

    Kelly, isn’t that one of the amazing things about it?

    Cliff, Wow. That is so awesome! You’ve gotten me all choked-up now. Let’s make that trip happen!

  10. Mike Stephens
    Mar 29, 2009
    at 6:38 pm

    Brandon,

    thank you for sharing!!! I do not know if you knew this but a girl from the Domincan Republic drew a picture of a street dog saving a dalmation which was the rich dog by throwing a life-ring. Or life-line just as you described. Kees put the link on one of the other blogs I just mentioned it in case you hadn’t seen it. I agree with you!!! I love how you put it “A lifeline that somehow sustains both the giver and receiver.” I agree!!! It is so true!!!

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