Six years ago I met a worker outside of the Delta factory in Villanueva, Honduras, that changed my life. It wasn’t so much what he said or what happened when I met him, but all of the unanswered questions I had about his life and the life of other such workers around the world.
I met him shortly after I posed for the above photo in front of the factory he worked at in 2005. I’ve been in Honduras now for a week and the questions many of you who’ve read “Where Am I Wearing?” and/or heard me speak about Amilcar and all the other workers I met is, “Have you found Amilcar?”
What I can tell you right now is that I know that he didn’t remember me at first. It took some convincing. He doesn’tremember my name or much about me at all, but he does remember some crazy gringo showing up and giving him the shirt said crazy gringo was wearing.
I’ve always been ashamed that I gave him the shirt I was wearing and posed shirtless beside him. It’s something that I thought if I could go back I wouldn’t do. It aptly reflected the shallowness of my false start. But if it weren’t for the complete silliness of me giving him my T-shirt, he likely wouldn’t have remembered me at all and I wouldn’t have an amazing, AMAZING story to share with you in the near future.
barely even remembered by the person who I shared it with.
Have you ever had an experience that changed the course of your
life, but it left no impact on the lives of those whom you shared it with?
Here’s me six years later at the same factory.
Note in the 2nd photo that the Delta sign has been removed from the factory. I wonder if I had something to do with that?