Chavita's delivery boy lesson.

"Chavita" short for Salvador or "Savior" was born unable to walk.

I am not certain what the cause was.

Yet he has to be the most talkative and friendliest soul in the village.

At ten years of age, with a mop of black hair and an inch long scar over his left eye brow as a reminder of when he fell many years ago and big brown eyes "Chavita" is a good looking kid.

He is almost at the level of the official town greeter.

"Reina" or Queen, yes that's her real name... is the official greeter.

"Reina" tends to know everyone and their personal business and is quick to share it with anyone willing to listen.

But Chavita is different. He has never let his disability, disable him.

He is often seen working around town on errands or even moving things for anyone who can't lift heavy things.

Did I mention he sits in an old wheelchair, made comfortable by a worn denim cushion that provides only minimal comfort to his somewhat worn black leather seat? 

I often ran in to him at the entrance of "Javi's" pronounced "Hah vee's" short for Javier or Xavier's grocery store.

There he sat greeting every passer by as he waited for anyone willing to hire him or in need of a hand with their groceries.

Waiting patiently for the next customer willing to pay him a peso or about .12 cents to wheel their bag of groceries home.

One morning I stopped at Javi's on my morning walk about the village.

As I left to go see Beto "El Diablo", yes "Albert the devil", (who is not really the devil but was at one time a pretty mischievous kid and the nick name stuck), I ran into Chavita.

"Buenos Dias! Como amanecistes hoy?" Asking me, how I was today... and so began a short morning conversation about his goal for the day.

Today he wanted to return to his house with no less than fifteen pesos - slightly less then $1.20 cents.

I asked him how much he had made yesterday and he told me that he always averaged about ten pesos, so he was going to push himself hard today.

We joked and talked about the many different types of groceries he had carried in his short career as a neighborhood, well village delivery man.

He had carried everything from a bag of tomatoes or a watermelon to a bundle of sugar cane and even a sack of flour that almost broke his front tires because of the weight.

I turned to Chavita and said, "You are a hard worker, pretty young and  responsible, but don't you ever get tired of all the lifting?"

He thought about it for a second and then looked at me and in his most serious tone answered, "It's not difficult work, and I make an honest living."

"I enjoy it all, especially when I carry Seferina's groceries (a thin elderly lady of about 85) eventhough she only pays me about half what I charge."

"Beside's it is the rest of you I feel sorry for, at least I have a place to sit as I do all my daily chores, you all have to carry all that heavy weight everywhere, on a set of two skinny legs!" 

"You never get a chance to rest while you're moving or let a special chair like mine carry you around." 

He then started laughing and I tussled his mop of hair and laughed at his analysis. 

I love Chavita's positive outlook but respect his extraordinary sense of who he is.

Chavita taught me a lesson that morning - one I will never forget... everything in LIFE is relative, and we all have to make the best of what we have been given.

And those of us with the best attitude always end up doing better.

Make it a great dia!      

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