So this week, to say the least, has been a very humbling, emotional, exhausting week. We took one of the most adorable street kids, named Cato, to the hospital. He was beaten with a stone on his foot and could barely walk and so we decided it was best he go to the hospital and get checked out. The wound was infected, he had a blood clot, and his foot was so swollen. The doctor was able to get most of the blood clot out, stitched, and bandaged the wound. Poor Cato cried his little eyes out, here medical attention is a little harsher than in the US. In the states you receive anesthesia for the littlest of things but not here. Its almost like the suck it up and stick it out motto. We took him back to the hospital today to get re-bandaged and let the Doctor take another look at it but he seems to be just fine and will make a full recovery. On top of that just yesterday one of the street kids told us he wanted us to try and resettle him with his family. Moses has been living on the streets for about 6 months now and hasn't seen or spoken to his family. So as they reached his village and his house it was abandoned and closed down. His parents and 2 of his sisters had died of HIV about 2 months after he ran to the streets. Talk about breaking your heart. He had NO IDEA. Can you imagine being a 10 year old and deciding to take your life off the streets and go back home to be with your family. Getting there and realizing they had died without you knowing. Its been really sad around here this week, between hospital visits and seeing little boys cry over the loss of parents this week has really opened my eyes. Its taught me to be so thankful for what the Lord has given to me and the simple things he provides. Please keep these 2 precious boys in your prayers. They truly are wonderful boys and need lots of prayers and love.
<3 Carla