First day out in a village- Mobile Medical Clinic

Today I went on the first mobile medical clinic of the year. Mobile medical clinics are clinics that are sponsored by the Ministry of Hope. The Ministry of Hope is also the organization that runs Crisis Nursery, which I have written about before. (Maria, the baby that I wrote a blog on last year was from the Crisis Nursery). Mobile Clinics go out almost weekly (when there are funds for them) during the dry season. Basically, a group of people travel out to a remote village and set up a make shift clinic. There is a nurse practitioner as well as a pharmacy. Everyday ailments common to the area- pneumonia, malaria, worms-ya know, the type of stuff we encounter all the time in the States- are able to be treated at these clinics. For anything more severe the patient must go to a more developed clinic/ hospital.

After we arrived and I got over the stares of hundreds of people for being the only white person there, we had introductions. During the introductions (which were in Chichewa, so I had no idea what was being said) I made a point to look around and see exactly who we were treating today. There were lots of babies/ children and grandmothers/ grandfathers. Now whether the parents of the children were out in the fields working, or dead from HIV/AIDS or other illnesses, I do not know. But it broke my heart to look out at the faces of these grandmothers and grandfathers who were having trouble walking themselves, toting around three, four, five children of all ages. What broke my heart more was the older children- maybe 10 years old- caring for their younger brothers and sisters. When I was ten years old I barely knew how to tie my shoe, let alone take care of another human being.

As I was looking around I started to notice their feet. Many did not have shoes, and those who were fortunate enough to have them, had shoes on that were nowhere near their size. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to wear a pair of shoes day in and day out that is two or three sizes too small or big. And to consider yourself lucky for having the blessing of something to put on your feet. As I was looking around, my eyes fell on this one old man. His feet were so tough they looked like stone and they were caked white with dirt and grime from walking for years and years without anything to protect them. I kept looking at his feet and reminding myself how very blessed I am.

Later, when I had the privilege of visiting the long drop, (a version of a toilet that makes an outhouse look luxurious) I was reminded of this old man again. As I entered the tiny room and saw that the floor was covered in excrement, my first thought was 'my poor shoes'. I didn't want to get them dirty and covered in human waste. Oh the audacity I have. I was worried about getting my SHOES dirty, while there were hundreds of people right outside that didn't have the privilege to get their shoes dirty. They had to step in they filth and grime barefoot. How dare me. If that poor old man had to use the long drop, he wouldn't have a choice but to step in everyone else's waste. He may have never had that choice.

How different our worlds are. Me, being American, has to get used to using a long drop. I have to get used to not having the luxuries of running water and toilet paper. There are people all around me that have no idea what that kind of luxury is like. The people I was around today were more concerned with the luxuries of basic medicine, of not having worms and parasites ravishing their bodies. The people I was around today knew that having shoes was a blessing. Oh how much I take for granted. Oh how much I have to learn when it comes to living without. When it comes to living simply. When it comes to understanding the blessings that I have.

Take a second and look around. Thank God for all that you have. Thank God for your electricity, for your running water, for the medicine you have in your bathroom, for the availability of healthcare (even if it is expensive at times-its available), for more than one torn and tattered outfit, for shoes. Thank God for all of this and more, because we are so blessed.