I know I've written a lot about the numerous patients, children in particular, who have touched my life since moving to Niger in 2011 . . . and from time to time I claim to have a current 'favorite'. But if I look back on the past thirty-one months, there's only been two that have reached so far deep inside of me, stealing a little piece of my heart.
In September of my first year at Galmi, my faith was shaken down to the core when a sweet six year old was stripped of her life through a scenario with which I wrestled for months. Little N. did not accomplish anything significant in her few years . . . but she has left a lasting impact on my life that has come to define a part of my spiritual journey (you can read bits of her story here, here and here).
Little N. was a favorite because her life (and death) deepened my faith . . . and now there is F. whose example is facilitating my ability to trust.
23 August 2013
02 August 2013
|Tsoho I. sitting in the back of the church|
The family had scrapped together bits for an improvised fix, but it continued to break. Apparently it needed a major overhaul. Wanting to help in some way, I asked if they could bring the vélo from their village . . . he talked it through with his son and his brother. No, they didn't think that was possible.
'Where do you live?' I asked.