Gift of Life Child Justin Acosta - Day 30

Thursday, November 13, 2008

It is 5:30, Thursday evening. I'm writing today's letter about Justin and Dulce early. But first let me say that I could not have done this without Bob Poli's help. Placing the letters alone on the web with the pictures is time consuming enough. Bob has also been editing my writing before e-mailing it to the members and then posting it on the web. By what I understand from Dulce, her husband and relatives are reading from our Fort Lee Rotary web site in Honduras. The reason why I bring this to your attention is that I do not have periods, commas, or semicolons in my vocabulary. So, I write the way it sounds. Bob has been making my words readable. However, in last night's letter, I wrote a sentence that I should have inserted the comma where it belonged. After 76 years, I found out how important a comma really is when it comes to changing the true meaning of a sentence. You can read this sentence either way and it will make sense.  When editing without the comma, it changes everything. (I, we have so much to be thankful for especially when strangers come from a foreign land fill a void and are able to make our life more bearable.)  No comma after land, and we have landfill. Bob has already made the change on the web page. I now, at least, believe in commas.

Justin is doing fine. He has a lot of energy; but Dulce said he is not sleeping and is crying a lot. We were invited over to our neighbors, Tom and Theresa O'Fallon. Most of the family was on hand to partake in dinner. Tom made roast beef and it was very good. Justin was still crying and would not eat. This means that Dulce did not eat either. We brought him home. Within a half hour he was sleeping. It's now 9:30 and he is still asleep.

Earlier this afternoon I was upstairs. I had my Bose playing some of my favorite big band sounds. I was listening to Jimmy Dorsey, and when they started playing "Besame Mucho" Dolce must have played it twenty times. I waited till she left the room, then I stole the remote. I have a real mean streak.

Our friend upstairs is looking out for Justin and Dulce. I think we have nothing to worry about.

Yours in Rotary,

John Koch