On
Tuesday I visited a care point later in the afternoon. we told the story of
Moses and the Israelites crossing the Red Sea. The kids loved it when they got
to be the sea and “swallow” the Egyptians into their crowd. While we
were telling the story I noticed a boy sitting by himself behind the main group
of kids. His leg was all wrapped up and he couldn’t walk on it. Neil was
sitting next to him during the story.
Tuesday I visited a care point later in the afternoon. we told the story of
Moses and the Israelites crossing the Red Sea. The kids loved it when they got
to be the sea and “swallow” the Egyptians into their crowd. While we
were telling the story I noticed a boy sitting by himself behind the main group
of kids. His leg was all wrapped up and he couldn’t walk on it. Neil was
sitting next to him during the story.
Ten
songs later and about thirty minutes of kids swarming various cameras and
trying to find someone who will throw them high into the air, we were loading
up into the van. The boy with the hurt leg was coming with us. In the car we
learned that he was caught behind a motorbike and somehow drug behind it. After
rubbing on some red soil over his open wound (which is supposedly supposed to
help it heal), he wrapped up his leg with a thin layer of gauze. His foot was severely
swollen and he never moved his leg. As we drove past his house we asked if we
needed to pick up his mother or whoever he was staying with. He told us we
didn’t need to stop because his mother left of Friday and hadn’t been home
since. He got hurt on Saturday.
songs later and about thirty minutes of kids swarming various cameras and
trying to find someone who will throw them high into the air, we were loading
up into the van. The boy with the hurt leg was coming with us. In the car we
learned that he was caught behind a motorbike and somehow drug behind it. After
rubbing on some red soil over his open wound (which is supposedly supposed to
help it heal), he wrapped up his leg with a thin layer of gauze. His foot was severely
swollen and he never moved his leg. As we drove past his house we asked if we
needed to pick up his mother or whoever he was staying with. He told us we
didn’t need to stop because his mother left of Friday and hadn’t been home
since. He got hurt on Saturday.
A
million thoughts were running through my mind after he said this. A twelve year
old boy. Left at home alone. Days of not seeing his mother. No mention of a
father. As if that wasn’t bad enough, seriously injured. He had been to school
that day. How did he get to school? He could barely even walk to the van. The
red dirt. There’s no way that can be good for an open wound!
million thoughts were running through my mind after he said this. A twelve year
old boy. Left at home alone. Days of not seeing his mother. No mention of a
father. As if that wasn’t bad enough, seriously injured. He had been to school
that day. How did he get to school? He could barely even walk to the van. The
red dirt. There’s no way that can be good for an open wound!
Stephanie
and I went with Neil and Titi (one of our translators) to the hospital. A few
hours later we found out he had two broken bones. One in his big toe and one in
his knee. His scrapes went all the way down from his knee to his foot. On the
outside of his foot there was a huge open wound with a stab in the center from
a piece of wood that got in there. Due to the red dirt that he put in there to
help it heal, it was severely infected. The dirt here is saturated with dried
animal urine and feces. He was admitted to the hospital over night and was
moved to the children’s ward. His mother is still gone and no one knows how to
contact her. We had to leave him in the hospital and pray for the best. I still
cannot imagine being in this boys situation
and I went with Neil and Titi (one of our translators) to the hospital. A few
hours later we found out he had two broken bones. One in his big toe and one in
his knee. His scrapes went all the way down from his knee to his foot. On the
outside of his foot there was a huge open wound with a stab in the center from
a piece of wood that got in there. Due to the red dirt that he put in there to
help it heal, it was severely infected. The dirt here is saturated with dried
animal urine and feces. He was admitted to the hospital over night and was
moved to the children’s ward. His mother is still gone and no one knows how to
contact her. We had to leave him in the hospital and pray for the best. I still
cannot imagine being in this boys situation
