This article appeared in our quarterly magazine, Xpress, in September 2005

 By Lucinda Bentley  - Pioneers  team member working with the Quechua people of Bolivia

“Nothing exciting ever happens to me, “ I grumbled, as the ancient, rattling bus carried me toward the Quechua farming center of Quilla Collo.  Later, I figured I must have been dreaming to have made that remark, for I returned from that very bus ride with a premature, one-month old baby in my arms to care for indefinitely.

That tiny Aymara baby boy had been left to smother under heavy woollen blankets on a wet, cold dirt floor.  He was rescued by his great aunt Marta, who named him “Moses”.  Let me tell you his story.