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The Posada Night Watchman
It was 7:00 a.m. in Antigua, Guatemala, when I walked out of my room at the Posada
Angel to get some coffee. The shrine glowed in the morning light. The
night watchman knelt on the hard stone floor, arranging flowers in front
of the statue of the virgin and child.
All night long he had stood guard at the door, welcoming and assisting
late arriving
travelers with their luggage, always smiling. Now on his knees, he
resembled a milagro
giving thanks, arranging brilliant yellow flowers to begin a bright new
day. In this man I saw humble gratitude.
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