Final Note From Managuacita

I'm back in the capital San Jose for my last few days. I fly to New York on Friday for the start of my American road trip.
Today, I went back to the slum to say goodbye to Father Felipe and to see if the work I did was still standing.
I expected it to be sad but not as sad as I found him.
His wife was very ill. She was in bed in what passed as their bedroom while she waits for an operation.
He had spent what little money they had on medication for her and hadn't been able to pay the electricity bill. This morning they cut the power.
'It's a test from God,' said Father Felipe.
I said goodbye to her as she lay in bed, in a shack, in a slum, with no power, and no money and I fly to New York on Friday.
Tonight I will drink beer and try not to think about any of it.