If you ever want to smile, take a bottle of bubbles into a room full of children. This past Sunday 22 kids from northern Sierra Leone came to the ship. Some had bowed legs, twisted legs, and club feet. One by one they had to see a dr, get x-rays, and have blood drawn. Usually I'm the bad guy. On Sunday, however, a few still loved me after having blood work done and I was able to go and play. You can't have a bad day with 6 children jumping around chasing bubbles while tired parents watch and laugh. One little boy was kissing my face over and over, and this was cute until a nurse examined him and mouthed the words "conjunctivitis" to me. I reached for the hand sanitizer and wiped it over my entire face. Two days later I woke up to a goupy eye and pink eye. All from the love of a cute little boy. It was worth it (just in case you were wondering).
On Monday I met another baby that was 10 months old. He has a cleft lip, but was full of smiles and love for everyone and that reminded me of Caden (my giant nephew) so I fell in love with him too. Tuesday he had his surgery, and looked amazing when I saw him. Surgery has only been happening for a few days and already the blind have been able to see, legs have been straightened, and cleft lips are put back together. No matter how much I see it, it is still amazing.
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