When Ruth and I awoke and stepped outside our cottage on our first morning in Nevis, these boys were sleeping at our doorstep, and asking to be our "guides". The older one, Shawn, was 15. The younger boy, whose name we've forgotten, was 9. The boys can make more money quickly and easily serving tourists than their fathers can in a day's labor. So, they tend to skip school for that purpose. But after age 16, they can't return to school. Shawn had recognized his mistake. We wanted to foster him in the USA, but our town would not accept him because of the special education cost.