“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not.” -Dr. Suess, The Lorax
Friday, June 14, 2013
changing his diaper, I laid his weak, bony body on a blanket on the
floor. We will have to rearrange kids again to make a bed available for
him in the ICU. He blinks ever so slowly, exhausted from his day of
travel to Cazale and being shuffled around through the admission
process. His parents are dead, his aunt and uncle care for him. But
they have 5 other mouths to feed first. This little guy...he's
withering away, like a wilted flower. Without the right foods, he will
die. The aunt says they don't have enough money to travel each week to
bring him here for Medika Mamba and the required check-ups. The
decision was made to admit him. So he won't die.
So. He. Won't. Die.
Life and death here....the line between the two is something as simple as nutritious food. Food, for goodness sakes.
I kiss him on the cheek and tell him to sleep. He's safe here. And
will eat here. Lord see these children in this broken world. Come