". . . if we follow the traces of our own actions to their source, they intimate some understanding of the good life." -Matthew B. Crawford, motorcycle mechanic and academic
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Praise God for the Italians! Grati!
You are not going to believe this. Tonight Frank, Gene and I were unwinding in the commons area here at the hotel in Mirebalais. We had a great day. A group of about twenty Italian doctors and nurses show up around 9pm. They have been working long days in Port au Prince. We exchange greetings and the Italians offer us some "strong drink." So the next thing you know Gene, Frank and I are yucking it up with these Italian medical personnel. Do you remember Michelle? Michelle is the 10yr. old girl we met yesterday (with her mom), with the fibrous tumor the size of a canteloupe around her midsection. Gene pulls up pictures of Michelle's midsection on his phone, and we ask if the group is able to treat Michelle. One of the Italian surgeons comes over to look at the pictures and says that if we can get her to the Italian hospital called Santa Mien in Port au Prince, their doctors will look at Michelle's tumor and see if there is anything they can do for her. Are you kidding me? We got the surgeon's name. So after our food distribution just outside PaP tomorrow, we are going to see if we can't track down Michelle and her mom and take them to Santa Mien. Is God amazing or what? I still can't get over the day we've had. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
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That is amazing! Praying everything falls into place today. Please tell my dad we love and miss him! Thanks!
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