The Story Behind Our Hearts for the World, Inc.

It had been more than 10 years since I’d been back to Honduras when I got a message: “Your grandma is very ill”. My wife looked at me and said, “Buy your ticket. Go see her. You never know.”

I hadn’t seen my family in over a decade. I wasn’t sure how I would be received, especially after so many years of not being in constant communication. Nervous and unsure, I booked my ticket. Thankfully, my dad made the trip with me—having him by my side eased my worries.

The moment I arrived at the airport in Honduras, my fears disappeared. My mom ran to me with tears in her eyes, wrapping me in a hug. My uncles, my aunts, my family—they welcomed me with open arms. It didn’t matter that I had been gone for 10+ years. They didn’t care about the gap. They just wanted me home.

During that trip, I reconnected with family, spent time with my grandmother (who, by God’s grace, was in the best health I’d seen her in), and even got added into a family Whatsapp group. It was as if everything was starting fresh, and the past years of distance no longer mattered.

But as beautiful as that family reunion was, I couldn’t ignore what I saw around me.

After 10+ years, Honduras hadn’t changed. My family still lived in the same neighborhood. My uncles were still doing the same work. The corner grocery stores were the same. The streets were the same. The poverty was the same. I saw children without shirts or shoes, families still struggling, and the same homelessness I had seen when I was younger.

It broke my heart.

On the flight home, while waiting for our connection in Fort Lauderdale, I sat at the airport window, watching planes take off. In the quiet moment, God spoke to me. He reminded me: “I took you out of Honduras. Out of so many, I chose you. I gave you an opportunity to build a better life in the United States. And now, I want you to give it back.”

That was the spark.

We started small—sending 200-pound boxes of essential items back to Honduras to help families. Over time, someone asked me, “Why don’t you open a nonprofit?” And with God’s guidance, everything fell into place. The process was smooth, doors opened, and Our Hearts for the World, Inc. was born.

Today, years later, we are preparing for our fifth annual Christmas Toy Drive, launching September 1st. At the end of this September, I’ll be traveling back to Honduras again—not just to deliver groceries, but to meet with teachers, parents, and principals. I want to understand why children aren’t in school, and begin laying the foundation for a sponsorship program that will give kids the chance to pursue their education.

What started as one emotional trip back home became a mission. A mission to honor my roots, to give back to the country where my story began, and to be faithful to the calling God placed on my life.

This is the heart behind Our Hearts for the World, Inc. And we’re just getting started.