Yo no creo en milagros. Pero sí, yo creo en milagritos pequeños. Hoy uno así pasó.
Y acabo de pasar quince minutos en videollamada con mi hermano Raúl González q estaba llorando con alegría, me hizo sentir humilde, lo q hago es tan pequeño pero significa mucho a mi familia cubana! Me recordó algo q leí, “una vez conocí a un hombre tan pobre que todo lo tenía era dinero”
I don't believe in miracles. But yes, I do believe in little miracles. Today one such happened.
During these past years, I have been helping my friends in Cuba who suffer so much but always keep smiling and laughing.
Last January I took five suitcases there full of clothes and things like intimate feminine products that are so hard to find there. But I have not been able to visit Cuba during the pandemic. So I have been sending my friends there mobile recharges every month up to the sum of €150, more or less. And I often send money there.
I am not rich, I am a journalist, not a banker. But I have managed to send many thousands this year by not spending money on myself, and by moving to Valencia, where life is so much cheaper than in London.
So today, a small miracle. Karen Luard sent me a message to say that, starting today, she is going to transfer €50 to me monthly to help me continue helping the Cuban people, an important job because they suffer so much there and lack many of the basic necessities to survive.
As soon as I can, I am going to return to Cuba to take things like medicines, and hygienic and intimate sanitary products that are very difficult to find there.
God protect and bless Karen for being so loving! Thank you so much for me and for my Cuban friends!
And I just spent fifteen minutes in a video call with my brother Raúl González who was crying with joy, it made me feel humble, what I do is so small but it means a lot to my Cuban family! It reminded me of something I read, "I once knew a man so poor that all he had was money."