Rodolfo doesn't say no.
He was a pastor. Then he went to law school — on purpose — to become a family lawyer, so he could pull children out of the system from the inside. By law, a home his size can care for twelve kids. But the judges in Iquitos keep bringing him a thirteenth, a fourteenth, because he's the one person they trust. He and his wife, with a couple of grandmothers helping, raise them all. They built an addition onto their own house just to give the girls a place to sleep.
He funds it himself. He opened barbershops — staffed by men he pulled off the street — and every dollar of profit goes back into the work. Friday nights he's out feeding and praying with people on the street. Saturdays, a children's church in the poorest neighborhood in the city. Sundays, church, and then a service inside the women's prison.