From Nicaragua

Hello, my name is Iris and this is my story.

I have seven brothers and two sisters. Four are Hondurans and six are Nicaraguans. My father is Nicaraguan and my mother is Honduran.

May 2011 in the morning, I was working with my brothers and my sisters in the cow pen. I was preparing to cut the grass. My family had a mechanical grass chopper. During the preparation process, in one unexpected moment my hand was cut by the blades of the machine. My brothers quickly turned off the machine but I had already lost my hand.

My father was in church at the time when he received the news. He returned home very sadly. Medical care was three hours away from my house with no access by car. I arrived at the hospital and my recovery was slow.

I tried to stay mentally strong since I had to continue with my classes in high school. My sister supported me even until we graduated high school and university. In that year of my accident, I graduated with honors from high school. I went to university for 5 years and earned my agroforestry engineer degree in December 2017.

At 27 years old, my son Anders was born. He is the one who gives me reasons to continue forward when sadness comes. My family is happy for my achievements to this day. My physical condition is not a problem to achieve my goals.