By Stephanie Boyd
Last Christmas I had the opportunity to fly to the San Blas Islands to visit the Kuna
Indiansone of the indigenous Indian groups of Panama. We took off from Panama City
in a small chartered plane and headed north towards the islands. We landed across from the
small island called Playon Chico, which literally means "small island". After a
short dug-out canoe ride, we arrived to the crowded island.
As I walked down the narrow footpaths on the island I saw small
huts on either side. They were made out of palm branches and other materials. I peeked
into one of the houses
the floors were made of dirt, sheets hung to give some
privacy, and hammocks hanging. Inside sat a mother with a small child. There was something
very different about this child, unlike no other I saw. He had very blonde hair and very
white skin. I realized then that he was an albino. I had never seen an albino before. It
was a shock to see the color contrast in this little boy.
I continued down the
path and one by one the children came. They came to see who this blonde-haired, blue-eyed
stranger was. They were so curious! I suddenly felt two hands curl around mine. I looked
down to see two little girls looking up at me with a sparkle in their eyes. I
couldnt help but get tears in my eyes as I looked at these girls
barefoot,
practically naked. Yet they smiled the most brilliant smiles
they were so happy!
I wondered why they were happy as I looked around the island. They had nothing. Their
island was nothing more than thatched huts and dirty sand with a few scattered palm trees.
What kind of life was that? Then I realized that this was their life
it was all they
knew. I was so honored to spend those few moments with them and to see how these wonderful
people lived. Im thankful that we have a church on the island that is preaching the
gospel. My visit reminded me that things arent really that important.