On Tuesday night, we were lucky enough to gain another child. I know it was in a rather unconventional way, but we love him all the same. Our host student, Hector, from California, via the Kansas Weslyean men's soccer team, moved in with us. Hector is starting his senior year at KWU, and he needed a more stable, family oriented place to finish out his college career. That place is our home.
When Hector told us he wanted to go home to California and not finish up with school, our response was immediate and confident. He could move in with us for the next year. He would live in our spare room in the basement, go to school, coach Carson's soccer team and continue working at the Country Club on the weekends. For us it was a no-brainer. It was the thing to do. It was the RIGHT thing to do.
It wouldn't be easy for him, he would be expected to eat family dinners with us. He would have his share of chores around the house. He would get to babysit the kids from time to time, and he would pay us some rent (which we will save for him and give back to him upon graduation.) It wouldn't be easy for us. We would have another body to maneuver around in the house. We would have one more mouth (a college kid at that) to feed. Another shower to get scheduled in the day. More loads of laundry, but we would do it.
It has proven to be the right thing. Hector is already a member of our family. His parents have texted, called and written letters to us. They are so grateful, polite, and thankful. I know it won't always be cotton candy and roses, but it is good. It will always be good. It is good because it is the right thing. And I feel like I am doing what I have been called to do all along. To help someone in need. I might not be in a big city, or a foreign country, but I am making a difference in some one's life, and that's what really counts, right? My biggest hope is that he pays it forward one day.