I recall the time I tried to find it anyway. I was with a group from Raleigh, North Carolina, who had come down to open a medical clinic in the small village of the Agalta Valley in Olancho. I went as a translator and as a backup group manager in case Sam, their fearless leader, was called home to his wife, who was very ill. Given my experience and "family" there, Sam felt it would make everyone feel confident that they could continue with the work in case he had to bolt. I wasn’t expecting that to happen, but it did. He was called home to be with her while we stayed in Honduras, praying for her, and continuing the project plans. It was a long week.