Friday, December 12, 2014
A Thousand Words
-that's what they say a picture is worth. So I figure that by the time you've viewed all the pictures that I'm including in this post, you'll have heard something like three thousand-five hundred words about our day. Plus the minimal amount I intend to type in addition to that.
Our consultation rooms stay full, as our little clinic stretches to hold all the nurses and patients.
Precious little babies, in desperate need of love that they're not getting. Our young neighbor boy, who works for the local witch doctor. Coffee for weary minds; and candy, an oft-prescribed medicine for our young patients' trials. Wilfred and his Bible story book. The usual mass of people attempting to get their prescriptions to the front of the line. Clipboards hanging neatly on the wall. Patients lined not-so-neatly up on the bench. Inspiration in the form of the written word.
A single day.
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