¡Muchas gracias a todos para donar a mi brigada! Fue una experiencia sumamente genial. Aprendí mucho sobre la situación de los terrenos en Panamá, la cultura en Panamá y las desventajas que son resultados de mucha pobreza. Conocí a mucha gente durante mi visita y tuve la oportunidad de interrelacionarme con la gente Panameña. Me dio cuenta de como privilegiados somos de tener títulos de nuestra tierra. Hay muchísimas beneficios de teniendo los derechos legales de usted tierra por ejemplo la seguridad de que el gobierno no puede mudarse a cualquier tiempo. Espero que las brigadas después de nuestras puedan continuar el esfuerzo de ayudar la gente panameña consigue títulos de sus terrenos.

Dear Friends and Supporters,

Welcome all and thank you so much for visiting my fundraising page!

All contributions to this project are greatly appreciated and necessary to make this trip possible. With your help, I will be able to embark on my dream trip to promote legal rights awareness and social justice in Panama this winter vacation. Every dollar in donations counts and will go a long way in helping to reach our goal! If you are interested in making a donation, please click on the orange “DONATE” button on the right-hand side. Please feel free to forward this page to anyone that might be interested in donating or becoming involved. Many thanks for your time and encouragement!

“For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is split
and from its splitting grows the thing you hate--"We lost our
land." The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and
perplexed as one. And from this first "we" there grows a still
more dangerous thing: "I have a little food" plus "I have
none." If from this problem the sum is "We have a little
food," the thing is on its way, the movement has direction.
Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are
ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side-
meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women;
behind, the children listening with their souls to words their
minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby
has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It's wool. It was my mother's blanket--take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning--from "I" to "we."
John Steinbeck’s “The Grapes of Wrath”