[June 23rd, 2011, 7:45am]
Did not journal yesterday. Was not here at lunch time and not a whole lot happened to merit a journaling. We (Ruth, Sackie, Zak and I) went to 15 Gate. Ruth and I examined a few kids, most of them were negative for malaria, lots of stomach aches, chest pains, and headache. The reason the kids came in for stomach aches was because they were hungry. There was nothing we could do about that! I was able to give some of them pieces of a crunchy granola bar, but I did not have enough for all the kids huddled outside the door. But I did have baby powder with me. Ruth and I were using it to help us get our exam gloves on. It’s really hard to put gloves onto clammy hands, they stick and won’t go on and baby powder really helps with that. Anyway, with this baby powder I went over to the kids huddled outside the door. I put some of the baby powder in my hand then took my other hand and put some of it on my fingers… I then blotted some on the closest wrist to me. The kids LOVED it! Soon I had a bunch of hands up at my face wanting me to put some in their hands. After this a bunch of them had baby powder on their face, hands, wrists, neck, and where ever else they could put it. It showed up really well on their skin and they loved it!
We also saw the school site at 15 Gate, it is a lot bigger than the current school they have and still very nice. It was very hot at this site compared to the other site. I love the lush green landscape here in Liberia. Every time I am out and about, I just fall in love with it. The huts/houses that are dotting the landscape are also very beautiful.
[5:05pm same day]
Well, I spent all afternoon and morning experiencing this place over and over again. I saw down at the entry way all morning and kids just herded around me. Never before have I met people who are this happy to be close to someone, to be touched by someone. At one time I had 12 hands in my hair. It was amazing. It’s actually heartbreaking a person can seriously never give these kids enough. They always want to be close, to touch, and to be hugged. They also remember people’s names from past mission teams too. They ask about Julie and the others often. I would have paid more attention to the names of the journals I read if I knew the kids would remember their names from years past. It’s a horrible feeling knowing that anything I do will never be enough here, there is always much more that could be done. Dorcus followed me around a bit today. She was very, very shy and would not approach me if I was looking at her.
Cynthia left before I could see her again. I thought she was leaving at 11, but I think she had to be home around 11. It takes her about 15 minutes to walk home because she lives around African Bible Church. She does want to be a doctor when she grows up, is is 11 and only in 2nd grade. I believe that puts her 2 years behind.
I’m falling more and more in love with Sinkor, the place creaks, drips, has cracks, and odd smells float up from places that are mysterious. I don’t care that by American standards this place is dirty; I know this place is lovely. There may be trash piled up in areas, people may pee/crap on the side of the road and beach, and there may be many other hygiene things overlooked, but this place in wonderful.
We toured the Elwa Clinic today. Really amazing actually. Again, not clean by American standards but still pretty good! The waiting/check-in room was outside between two buildings, covered by a tin roof with a door that looked like they took off a train transport carrier, one of those big storage bins I suppose. The doctor’s offices were downstairs with a very very tiny pharmacy. At the back of the waiting room there were some marble stairs (they looked like outside stairs).