I have continued to make a visible impact by physically moving things from one place to another, this time with donated medicines from a German organization. I got to see what it would be like to do disaster relief work, with the delightful mix of hot weather, tedious work and a warm fuzzy feeling inside. We were dividing the medicines into 4, for the 4 Salesian dispensaries in South Sudan. . . Juba, Maridi, Tonj and Wau.
Medicines for all kinds of ailments, especially malaria (mosquitoes suck). Divided into exactly four. Among my “deep” reflections during the process of doing the mental math and the work to break up everything evenly, was that socialism is exhausting.
I didn’t actually save a life or make anyone well. I will leave that to the doctors, nurses, and people actually responsible enough to use syringes and such things. But sorting, organizing and moving several hundred pounds of things that save lives felt like pretty good Karma. Or, a barely noticeable step towards, as I tell the sisters, (mostly) in jest, “atoning for the sins of my country.”
1 comment:
Laura, It's an arbitrary world out there that is sometimes blind to flexibility and common sense. You look so happy!
Love, Dad
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