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Starting
Point Martincitos trust in God
By JERI MOAT
I was sitting outside the old Indian
hut drinking my coffee and enjoying the morning sounds of the river as the
jungle came to life. I soon became aware of a presence though I didnt
hear anything. As I turned, there stood Martincito.
About 70 years old, he was dressed in a threadbare tee shirt,
patched blue work pants and worn-out sandals. His feet were planted together,
hands held one on top of the other in front of his abdomen and his little frame
was bent slightly forward at the shoulders with his head inclined down. Shyly,
he looked up with his eyes and gave me his usual sweet smile. He didnt
want to disturb me in my quiet moment but was here for his treatment. Slowly
and quietly he went about his daily work of caring for the house and grounds of
my friends, Wayne and Kelvia. He moved among the dense plants and trees as an
integral part of the teeming life in that valley. He had a respect for every
living thing and would not even crush an insect or spider. He would gently move
it to another area if it were bothering someone (that would be me!)
After his treatment he asked if I could possibly treat his wife.
She was in a lot of pain, and I would have to go to his house to see her. I
agreed and Kelvia showed me the way the next morning. We drove along a narrow
dirt road under a lush tropical canopy of trees, until my friend directed me to
stop in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. I carried my portable
chiropractic table and doctors bag up a steep and narrow path. Hidden
from the road, we arrived at a small two-room hut set in the side of the hill.
There was no electricity, so it was difficult to see the inside the house. I
could see that there was a bed in one room but not much more. The kitchen had
an open wood fire for cooking, and the walls were blackened from years of smoke
trying to find the way out of the tiny enclosure.
There were two chairs and a table to furnish the room, nothing
more. Martincito greeted us with a big smile and a delicate handshake. His wife
remained seated on a very small and lopsided cement seat attached to the
outside wall. She was very tiny and frail. This little perch was her whole
connection to the world outside her home. When Martincito left for work in the
morning, he would help her to her little bench and there she would sit until he
returned. There was the smallest opening in the trees and lush vegetation that
would allow her to see if anyone passed along the road below. As our visit came
to an end and we all said our goodbyes, Martincito helped me carry my table
back down the side of the hill to my car. After many blessings and thanks from
Martincito, we were on our way.
Many years ago, Martincito had worked for Edward James, an
eccentric British millionaire, who bought 100 acres of jungle in central
Mexico, which is now called Las Posas, just outside of Xilitla. There, he hired
laborers who worked for 25 years constructing immense concrete structures of
abstract art that he designed in a surreal sculpture garden. Martincito was
James favorite worker and worked for him until the time of James
death. When the new owners inherited the land, they let Martincito go the next
day. He received no compensation, no bonus, no retirement, and his living
standards never changed in all those years even though he was the
favorite of a millionaire. Soon after, other employees that had worked
for James for many years were let go with no compensation and no retirement.
They were angry and demanded justice. They hired an attorney to get the money
they believed they deserved. They won their suit and were compensated
monetarily to their satisfaction.
Friends asked Martincito why he didnt seek compensation
along with the others, since he had worked more years than all the others and
surely deserved it. Martincito replied, If this man does not give me
compensation from his heart, I dont want it, and perhaps he needs it more
than me. Every day of my life God has provided for me. I have never gone a day
without food or a roof over my head. What more do I need?
He was perfectly happy in his house on the hill. He had food,
water and shelter, clean air to breath and his wife. She was very sickly and
always had been. When Martincito met her many years ago she was a widow 15
years his senior with two small children and many health problems. People said,
Martincito, why do you want to marry her? She will always be sick and you
will have to take care of her. He replied, She is a gift to me from
God, and I think she will need someone to care for her in her old age. I will
do it gladly.
The modern world is so full of distractions. We want a bigger
house, another car, a vacation home, more clothes and a promotion at work.
Through all our wanting there seems to be a yearning for something more simple,
more honest. We want to feel a peacefulness that comes with being truly
satisfied. Martincito is rooted in his dependence on God, not on the
benevolence or mercy of others. Such confidence and trust is a powerful witness
of faith.
Jeri Moat and her husband, Jim, served as missioners in Mexico
for three-and-a-half years. They now live in Austin, Texas.
National Catholic Reporter, March 22,
2002
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