Fasting lowers all my defenses. As each day passes, I am gripped by the futility of the world around me. Joy is stripped from my frame. And my stomach hurts. A lot. ... Sucking down sips of lukewarm coffee, trying to ease the nausea, I look over at Maite. Kids of every size and color are hard at work in our center, crowded around the tables. The room is filled with their chatter. Backpacks are stacked against the wall near the door. School has just gotten out. Our volunteers are here to help with