Bernards: The Death of Love
I walked the final four kilometers to CURE Ethiopia Children’s Hospital this morning in order to get some exercise. I had been sick for a couple of weeks, and I could feel how deconditioned and weak my body is, and I figured it was time to do something about it. I passed several beggars on the way to the hospital. It’s sort of like America (except that there are many more here) – one tends to look the person over and make a kind of assessment as to the person’s actual need. Sometimes it’s someone who is elderly, sometimes it is the physically disabled, sometimes a young, single mother with a baby in her arms. Once in a while, a young man who appears well in every way will try it – but that doesn’t usually work around here. People will insist that person needs to go and find some work to do and tell him that. Read the rest of this entry »
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