Sometimes we go in with expectations that we’re going to change the world, when in reality we are the ones that come out changed.
Today at a local Swazi hospital I saw children dying of AIDS.
I saw babies with their tiny legs strapped in the air, unable to move.
I saw little girls with sores covering their bodies.
They screamed when their sheets were lifted up because that usually meant someone was going to touch them where they were already in pain.
I saw what it was like to truly be alone in the world.
In a little room filled with ants, on a bed with no pillow lay a boy of 13 who was dying of AIDS.
He was so small.
His parents have already passed away.
Where do you begin to reach that child?
Katey rubbed his back even though he said it hurt, he didn’t want her to stop.
He was so hungry for human touch.
When did it become ok for children to die alone in the world?
I am angry but I don’t know at whom.
I just know that things can’t continue this way but who will help?
Who will grieve for that boy when he dies?
Who will leave the comfort of their existence and reach out to they dying?
Will you think about that little boy tonight when you sleep or will you just go on like you didn’t read this?
It’s real. “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few.” ~Matthew 9:37
