video of "The Great Adventure"

Living in Ethiopia has many challenges and struggles. It's not all happy success stories. Sometimes, we just want to close our doors and pull the curtains over the windows and hide from the constant stream of people coming to our house with their problems. But we love this life. We wouldn't change anything

(well....maybe the roads and lack of BlueBell ice cream!!)

We love this song by Steven Curtis Chapman, "The Great Adventure" and thought that it really sums up what this life is all about. Not just the life of a missionary living in Africa, but the life of any believer who truly wants to to be obedient to God. 

You know, whatever it is that God has called you to do-He has already gone before you and prepared the way--you don't have to be scared. He has already set the people in place, the actions that need to be taken, the purpose for your very life!!

So come on- follow our Leader into the glorious unknown- it's a life like no other- it really is a great adventure!

Is something missing???

We have just finished three years of living full-time in Ethiopia. This is something I never in my wildest dreams thought I might be doing-yet here we are.
I never had even the slightest secret thought about being a missionary in Africa-ever!
And yet-when God called us- we KNEW this was what He wanted us to do. There was absolutely no doubt in our minds. And so---we said yes. We sold our cars- sold our furniture-we put our house on the market.....and we went.
Saying 'yes' to God was the best thing we've ever done. This really has been the greatest adventure of our lives!  Of course it's not all fun and games-there are many frustrations, and cultural misunderstandings-and a few betrayals......and yet there has been even more joy and contentment that we have found serving amongst the people here.
We live an uncluttered life here in Ethiopia-there is nothing to distract us from dependence on God.
There is no Walmart or fast food drive thrus when we are hungry. There is no Home Depot when we need nails or lumber to build things. There is no cable TV or recliners to nightly while away the last remaining hours of the day. No hospitals- no 911 service......no Starbucks! (gasp)
We really have to rely on God to come through for us. And He has-many, many times.
I think it is more difficult to live a life that reflects the love and compassion of Jesus in the western world than  it is in Third world countries. You have so many more distractions. Choices.
Over-commitments. Before you know it, you have rushed through the day without a thought as to how you can show love to the hurting of this world. In Third World countries as soon as you set foot outside your door you see the poor, the widows and orphans. It's almost a no-brainer with all the ways you can help them.
You don't have to move to a foreign land in order to demonstrate the compassion and love of Christ
You DO have to be more deliberate, however-and seek out those opportunities where you are.

Some of you reading this blog may be thinking that something is missing in your spiritual life.
You may be wondering if this is all there is-just warming a pew on sunday mornings, being on a few committees, going through the motions.....I assure you there is DEFINATELY more that God has in mind for you. Listen for His voice!  Don't be afraid!
Answer His call- and say "Yes-I'm willing to do whatever it is You ask of me, Lord".
   You will be so glad you did !


Suggested Reading List
(Books that have highly impacted our lives)

"The Hole in our Gospel" by Richard Stearns
"Follow Me" by Francis Chan

Drip irrigation project-Turmi compound

One of the constant hardships in southern Ethiopia is a lack of rain. It is dry and dusty there. Because of this lack of rain, food is scarce. Project Ethiopia wants to set up a drip irrigation project to grow fruit trees and vegetables in the Turmi compound where Matteos lives.
Approximately 15 children live there now so that they can attend the local school. These are the children of the few evangelists who are still living in the bush. Growing fruits and vegetables would be a self-sustainable venture that would not only provide food for the children but also raise money for other needs.
We need your help to fund this project. Please contact us for more information or make your donation through PayPal.

Matteos

Tom and some of the Turmi kids

pilot drip irrigation project in Arba Minch

staking up the tomatoes

holes are poked in plastic tubing at set intervals. Tomato seedlings are planted by each drip hole.

Yakob staking the plants in test garden

Water pumped through plastic PVC  into individual drip lines

Solar panels will be used in Turmi to pump the water

Several hundred yards of tubing have already been trenched  in Turmi compound

Workers trenching main water line into compound

erosion diversion wall and well head

First time for running water in Turmi compound!!

Matteos- from snake gods to salvation

Matteos tells the story of his grandfather who was a tribal leader. They worshipped the snake god and offered yearly sacrifices of a black sheep. If one wasn't available, then a child was sacrificed.
Eventually, all the children in his family were sacrificed until only one remained. Then the grandfather heard about a missionary in a far off land who talked about a God of love. Hear this dramatic true story of how one man changed the destiny of his people and set them on the path of Light.

Matteos- living in fear

Matteos continues his story in this next video. Here he tells of recently going to a village where there were some new believers in Christ. They were overjoyed to have someone come and teach and train them. But others were not so overjoyed.....the drums of the witchdoctors beat all night long in anger that an evangelist of Jesus Christ was in their midst.

Please pray for the believers to be bold in their communities and witness and share His light in the darkness all around them.

Matteos's great challenge

Matteos is a young evangelist living in Turmi, Ethiopia. It is dry and dusty and very remote. He is responsible for a huge area from the borders of Kenya and Sudan-and over 150,000 unreached people.
There used to be more evangelists serving in the bush, but several of them were killed and many others found the living conditions too harsh and left to go live in the cities of the north.
These tribal people live under fear of witchdoctors and curses from the many gods they worship. But now, their hearts have been opened and they are crying out to Matteos to teach them about God.
The great challenge Matteos faces is a lack of transportation.
Ato Halfa- a local businessman, has offered the use of his Isuzu truck to Matteos. But first he must obtain his drivers license. The cost to take this month-long training class is 6500 ethiopian birr
(approx. $350)  This is a huge amount of money to a man who barely makes $35 per month for his salary as an evangelist. Then he will need temporary support of approximately $200 per month to pay for gas and oil for the truck. He will also carry medical supplies and food to remote areas and people in need.
This is a lot of money. Is it for a good cause? Yes. Do peoples lives hang in the balance? Yes.
Can we here in America afford it? Yes.
Please help this young man and his family who are willing to reach out to these people.
Contact us if you want to help- you can also make donations through PayPal.

Galetos new life.......

Things have been really busy since I last posted about Galeto- the 16 yr old burned orphan boy we have taken in to live with us.
He has made tremendous progress! I can hardly believe it is the same boy. Now I change his bandages every day and using a bleach/water/vaseline combination his wounds are rapidly healing. I feel certain they will be completely healed by March. Then later this summer we can think about contractural release surgery for his arms (both arms are drawn up because of scar tissue)
Tom and our friend Paul (visiting us from Okinawa) made him a walker out of plastic pvc pipe and he took his first few halting steps with it. From there he graduated to a cane. Now he is walking on his own power and even kicking the soccer ball!
He continues to eat everything I put in front of him and has learned to play games and puzzles.

I gave him a stuffed panda bear and he cuddles it and sleeps with it every night. Even though physically he is around 16, emotionally he is more like 10. The trauma of his ordeal by fire has left him scarred in more ways than one. But every night Tom and I tuck him in and I ruffle his hair and kiss him goodnight. I tell him I love him and he says "I love you Tu-weesa".  That more than enough makes up for all the hassle and heartache.
In telling people about Galeto, we have come to realize something.
Truly, this was an awful, evil thing that someone did to this forgotten street boy. And I believe that Satan uses some people to do his evil work. But God has taken this terrible thing that happened to Galeto and brought much goodness out of it.
As he lay there in agony in the hospital bed-with no one sitting by him or caring--a concerned doctor told me about him. At the same time that Galeto cried out one night to God to let him die--I showed up the next morning. As we showed the compassion to him that Jesus commands each of us to do- others saw our example and were touched. They in turn responded with unselfish action.

celebrating Galetos first walk!

Galeto walking with his friend, Zak

People like Brenda, LeAnn and JoNell who sent me bandages and tape  from America.
People like Marianne, D&D, Josh, Callie and others in AM (you know who you are) who are even now encouraging Galeto and bringing him orange sodas while Tom and I revive ourselves with family and friends here in Texas.
People who have read these blogs and seen my posts on FaceBook now pray for this boy and ask about him.
When people allow themselves to be used by God and show compassion to others- it opens up the floodgates of blessings to all involved.
Galeto's life is very different now. He once sold peanuts and lottery cards to survive on the streets of Ethiopia. He slept on a piece of cardboard at night. He had no one.
But now he is NOT alone.
And although he went through a horrible trauma and ordeal- God has been with him the whole time.
Now he has a 'family' who cares for him. He has friends who bring him orange soda and play soccer with him. He is loved and tucked in at night. And he knows now that he was NOT forgotten by God- and that his future is brighter than before.

Embroidered Tea Towels

The women in my neighborhood in Ethiopia are always working hard: whether carrying heavy loads of sticks for the cooking fires, or jerry cans full of water, doing the family laundry by hand in an old wash basin-their work never stops. But in spite of all that, I would still see them working on hand-work or 'edj-sera' as they call it. It got me to thinking about how could we help these women better their lives somehow using their sewing talents. So I bought fabric, thread, hoops and showed them this pattern that I traced onto the tea towels. I don't sew myself-but thankfully they caught on real quick without my help! They worked very hard during the Fall making these beautiful towels to be sold here in the USA.
These precious women are all my friends-some are widows, some have no husband but several children. One has hands that are crippled by disease, but she still somehow manages to hold the needle with the knuckles of her hands.....
These women are poor, but not in spirit. Every day they face hardships that would
overwhelm most of us. They live in simple mud huts and go to church in the neighborhood where I live. They meet once a week under the shade of a tree and work on their ‘edj sera’ (hand work) They chatter happily about their families, and their dreams for their future.
Together we organized a co-op where these women could pool their resources to make tea towels that I then bring to America and sell for them. Then they re-invest part of the sales from the towels to purchase supplies to make more towels. Please help change the lives of these precious women and children in Ethiopia- each towel is only $15.00 Each towel is autographed on the back with the name of the woman who made the towel. Find the woman pictured below from your towel and then please pray for her!
100% of the proceeds from the sales of these towels go back to the women who crafted them.

"Children are flowers in Gods garden- tend them with prayer"

To find these towels in Tyler, Tx. go to Moss flower shop located in The Market  2210 Three Lakes Parkway (near Fresh grocery store Old Jacksonville Rd.) 
903.787.8822
Because of the positive response we have already got (especially thank you to GABC sunday school class members) we will be continuing to make these towels and they will be available for sale in the spring either on-line, or locally at Moss. Stay connected for more details!

Typical mud house that these women live in

Amarech

Rebekah and her daughter

Meseret

Almaz and her son, Obama

Banchi and her son

Elfanesh

Abaresh and her fiancee, Asfaw

Selamawit and daughter, Eskadar

Bertukan and sons

Emebet

Galeto's Big Move

It has been two weeks now since Galeto came home to live with us. His progress has been remarkable. There is a smile most of the time on his face and he is steadily eating us out of house and home! haha! But I don't care because I can see he is making good progress. He is much stronger now and not so feeble. Some days we carry him outdoors to get some fresh air. Sometimes we carry him out to the living room to watch a movie with us, or to join in on sunday evening Bible study. (He likes our singing, but seems to lose interest once the preaching begins. Kind of like some folks we all know! haha)

Every three days it is time to change his bandages. It is such torture, for him AND me. Please pray that he will heal quickly so that neither one of us has to do this much longer. Each day I do some sort of physical therapy on him. Stretching his bent legs, stretching his bent arms. It hurts him but it has to be done. I know how it feels since I have gone through similar experiences as a child recovering from hip surgery. I was in a full body cast for 3 months and had to learn to walk again. Now I am thankful for that experience because I can empathize with Galeto and push him through his pain toward a better life.

Some days are worse than others. He moans and cries out in his sleep, probably dreaming about when he was set on fire. This happened almost 8 months ago. There is no telling what kind of emotional trauma this has had on him. He doesnt try to talk very much. A very quiet boy. But his smile lights his face up and THAT speaks volumes!

Several church members have come to see him and have prayed for him, tears streaking down his cheeks, he was visibly moved to have them there. They reminded him that God didn’t want him to die. He was burned over 50% of his body, a life threatening critical injury. Everyone at the hospital thought he would die. But he didn’t.

I asked them to tell him that God has a plan for his life, a good future, that's why he lived. That's why he is living with us right now, so that through Tom and I and other people here, Galeto can see and feel Gods love and have hope for a good future......

church women come and offer prayers and songs for Galeto

Shamaya's Joy

When I first moved to Ethiopia and would tell people my name, Teresa, they usually ask me what it means. I thought that was a strange thing to ask, but soon I came to know that in   They were kind of embarrassed for me too!

Ethiopia, everyones’ name means something. I was kind of embarrassed to say “umm, nothing.”

                                                                                

Typical ones I hear are Genet which means “Blessing” or if born near a holiday like easter Tinsai (means “Resurrection”), Ferris (means horse), and if the baby looks like the father- Hulemaya (“Seems like me”)

I have already told you about my young friend Zakarias. He is the 14 yr old boy with the terrible infection on his head. I first met him through a tragedy in his family. His father contracted malaria and it went cerebral-made him delirious and violent and one night with

his machete he killed his own 8 yr old daughter, Hannah. After a short time in the hospital and then some jail time, he was released. As horrific as this was, Shamaya(his wife) allowed him to come back into their home. When friends asked her about this decision, she told them that she is a christian and God still loved him. (although lots of this explanation was lost in the translation-basically she said she loved him.

I could not fathom reacting like that. But life went on...I continued to take Zak to the hospital 3x week for dressing changes...and then came the news that his mother was pregnant. Wow. I was stunned. But nine months later, the baby was born. It was a girl and she was named,”Asserasach”, which means “because of you my sorrow is forgotten”. Shamaya, a strong Christian woman, had prayed to the Lord to give her another child-a girl-to ease the sorrow in her heart. And so there she was! Shamaya was holding her baby and was beaming, her face was radiant with joy and peace-and a broken family was healed.

Galeto Update 2

When I returned to Ethiopia after the summer in Texas, I was anxious to see how Galeto was doing. I hoped that the measures I had taken had proved to be helpful to him, and that he had continued to make progress.

When I saw him I cried inside. He was pitiful. Still laying in a filthy sheet, curled into a fetal position with his head completely covered, as if to shut out the world around him. Even worse, he could not walk now. No one ever made him get out of bed to walk and exercise his limbs, and so his legs had atrophied,to the point that they are now bent permanently. My heart ached for him. He had been doing so well when I left.

I guess that the absence of someone who cared for him (even me, a relative stranger to him), left him with no more hope. He simply withdrew into himself. Although Tom and a few friends of mine had gone to see him in my absence, they said that he never uncovered his head or talked to them. 

After the shock of seeing him like this, I was more determined than ever to help this boy. There is a male nurse named Terefu who has always been very helpful to me. He is the one who had been teaching me how to change the dressings on Galetos’ burns.

I found him and made an appointment to change the dressings the next day. I went out and searched the entire town looking for 4x4 gauze bandages, but none were to be found. With 6-7 drugstores, none of them had gauze bandages. The hospital was completely out and they had several nurses cutting up rolls of gauze into 4” squares. (The conveniences of Walgreens and CVC Drugstores are unheard of here....be thankful if you have them where you live!).

I won't go into detail of the ordeal involved with cleaning and changing burn wounds, but it is incredibly painful. I went out and bought him some pain meds and syringes for injections to help the pain. It gave him small relief. This is a public, government run hospital. People are admitted all the time, but the burden of paying for the medicine, latex gloves worn by doctors, bandages, IV bags, etc.. all must be paid for by the patient and his family and relatives. Also the daily care of feeding, emptying bedpans, etc, all done by family members. Every patient has a small cluster of people around him all the time all day long. Except Galeto. He is all alone.

But not anymore! Tom and I are taking him home with us to care for him there.
I don’t know how long it will be for. He will need future surgeries to un-fuse his chin from his chest, but that will have to wait for now. He is too weak to survive any surgeries and too weak to survive what would be an agonizing 9 hour drive over bumpy roads to Addis. (I was told there is a burn unit in a hospital there. Who knows what the level of care is? But the beds are all filled right now.)

So, he goes home with us! Our housekeeper speaks Wolaiyta (Galetos tribal language) and so she will be a huge help in healing this boy emotionally. She will be able to tell him all the things I’ve wanted to say to encourage him. And he will be comforted and kissed every night by someone who cares for him. And together we can show him that God loves him and has not forgotten him! 

I’ll keep you posted on his recovery.

In His joyful service,
Teresa

Galeto...a boy not forgotten by God

I first heard of him from our friend Dr. Barry, the Australian surgeon here in Arba Minch. We were at our usual Sunday evening Bible study and he mentioned some of the cases he was currently operating on. One in particular, caught my attention. A street boy had been brought to the hospital. He was approx. 17 yrs old. He is one of those kids that have no family, no relatives, and so he must survive any way he can. He has no home, so he simply finds a place out of the way where he can curl up and sleep at night. One night while he was sleeping, a cruel, evil man doused him with gasoline and set him on fire, then left him to die. I couldn't get that poor boy out of my mind, so I went the next morning to try and find him in the hospital.

I walked through the ward, bed by bed until I saw him. He was curled up in a fetal position with his back to the room. This was Galeto. 

He was horribly burned over 50% of his entire upper body-shoulders and both arms-and his chin had fused to his chest from scar tissue. He had already been in the hospital for 2 months. He has no family-no parents-no friends- no one has come to see him. He is all alone, and in great pain. There is no pain medication for him. When they change his bandages and cleanse his wounds-they used a dry sponge to scrape his raw, tender red wounds. Can you imagine his agony? Absolutely nothing is ever given to him to cope with the pain. He has no money to pay for medicine or bandages. Dr. Barry said he basically had given up living and wanted to die. Who can blame him?

So I knelt down alongside him and stroked his cheek, and told him that God loves him. He has seen your suffering and sent me to help you. Can I be your friend? He arched his eyebrows (that means yes in their culture), and with that I had a new friend! 

By the time I met him, none of the nurses liked him because he soiled his bed all the time. Bedpans are available, but it is the family’s responsibility to help the patient use the pan and to clean it out. Galeto had no one to help him with this and so he would just lay in his own feces and urine all day long. All week long. I am not exaggerating.

The first time I began to help wash and cleanse his wounds, he had a soiled sheet that he had wrapped up in a pile hiding his feces. I know he was ashamed to be like that-but what could he do? No one would help him-not even the nurses. He was completely alone and naked. His only clothing was burned off him. So I bought him a couple of t-shirts and shorts and underwear and a pair of sandals. Then I got him up out of bed and started walking. I got someone to translate for me and told him that he must exercise his arms especially or he would lose the use of them. The scar tissue had already started to draw his arms up. After a few days of me coming he started to smile and seemed eager to get out of bed and walk. I knew the nurses and other patients didn’t like Galeto, mainly because he couldn’t use the bedpan and he stank. So I wondered how I could get them to rally around him-to start to like him? 
 
I know that God planted this idea in my head to go buy some packages of cookies. I brought them to Galeto and suggested that he share them with the other men in the ward. I will never forget this image I have of him. A poor, wounded boy, wrapped only with a towel around his waist and wearing a tank top-his arms bandaged up, walking over to each man in a bed and offering them a cookie. Some of them looked confused at first, but then they all smiled at him (and me) and said thank you. Galeto was wearing one of those grins that stretch from ear to ear! It was probably the first time in his life that he was able to actually share with someone-to give a gift to someone else. It was a powerful moment. Since that day, things seemed to have changed in the ward. The men smiled at us- the nurses started calling out encouragement to Galeto when we walked. He was making some good progress.

I knew I was going to be leaving in a few weeks to go to America to visit my family. I was concerned about his continued recovery without me there. So I made arrangements with a restaurant to deliver him lunch every other day. And with another person to bring him boiled eggs every other day. I asked several of my friends to go visit him from time to time.

I was hopeful that with that support system surrounding him, he would continue to progress. And so, I left for America.

Forgiveness and Joy

Two years ago, I met a young Ethiopian boy named Zekarias through some pretty traumatic circumstances. His young 7 yr old sister was brutally murdered.
By his father.

My neighbor came sobbing into my house and told me the terrible news. I had never met these people but my heart went out to this woman. Apparently, the husband had contracted malaria and as sometimes happens here, it went cerebral, caused delirium, and basically he went berserk.

He attacked his own daughter with a machete and killed her.

Fences and the Great Mango Giveaway

I am aware that I am living a life that most people never experience. The things that make up my daily life here in Ethiopia are things that you only see on NatGeo.

Remote tribal peoples- bodies decorated with colorful beadwork, intricate braiding of hair into traditional tribal styles that have been the same for hundreds of years. Ethiopia is rich in culture and traditions- but it is also one of the poorest countries in the world.

When we first came to Ethiopia two and a half years ago, we had many ideas of how we could help these people. Many lofty ideals of how truth and justice and compassion would prevail. If we just loved enough....just tried hard enough...just were patient enough.....we could make a difference.

The problem of poverty here is so overwhelming that it seems insurmountable.  

Time and again we have tried different ways of helping- our hearts were in the right place for sure. But the way that it works out is often complicated by the culture. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try and understand--they just view it from an entirely different viewpoint. For instance:

We have been helping a very poor family named the Bekeles for 2 years now. 

This family of five lives in a mud house with 2 rooms. A father, a mother who is handicapped (walks with leg braces and crutches) a grandmother, 12 yr old Yigermal- the son who is also handicapped with the same genetic condition as the mother, and then daughter Misganye, who is (so far) unaffected by this disease.

Anyway- they are truly one of the ‘poorest of the poor’. The neighborhood where they live is pretty rough- extreme poverty, packs of small children 2 and 3 years old running loose and unattended, mothers working from dawn until dark and men drinking the local brew and neglecting their families. People see that the Bekeles have a farenji (foreigner) who helps them. They see me visiting them and sometimes bringing small gifts of sugar or coffee, etc.

I love this family and we have become very close. I take Amarech to the market every 2 weeks to get food supplies for the family and since she walks with crutches I pick her up in my bajaj. Now the neighbors are jealous. They come into the yard and steal clothing drying on the bushes. They mock them and say cruel things. Bekele has a goat that they bring into their house at night because they are afraid someone will steal it. Can you imagine sleeping in the same room with a smelly goat? And yet they do.

So-enough is enough. We had someone come and build a kokoro (corrugated sheet metal) fence all around their ‘compound’ so they will feel safe and secure at night.

We built a drainage ditch along the side of their compound so they wouldn’t keep getting flooded out of their house during the rainy season. Nothing fancy here- not talking marble floors or even flushing toilets-just a fence and a ditch. Now the neighbors are jealous. “Why does your farenji help you like this?” they say. “I am hungry same as you- I need a fence also”. I thought to myself in amazement-how could ANYONE begrudge these poor handicapped people a little bit of help? Where is their compassion? 

Ako spinning cotton thread

Amarech, Teresa and Misganye

new fence goes here

both mother and son have same genetic disease

the 'papparazzi' chasing me down!

gate to my compound where I live.....more papparazzi.....

How could giving away mangos cause so much trouble?

I was disgusted by their callousness and petty jealousy.

But then an habasha friend (Ethiopian) explained to me--when you are this poor-your empty stomach aches just the same as a handicapped boy’s.  Have you ever gone to bed at night truly hungry? Not because of a diet- or because you were too busy to take the time to eat all day........but because you had nothing in the house to eat?

As sad a commentary as that is, it did help me to understand the situation better. 

Poverty changes the way we see things- the way we see life.

Coming from affluent USA-where I never have really gone hungry or been helpless to do anything about it- I can’t possibly understand these people.......but it does help me to have more compassion for these ‘callous and petty’ neighbors.....to not fault them too badly. After all- I can escape all this anytime I want to. All I need is my credit card and a plane ticket and I’m back in easy living. But the Bekeles and others have no safety net- no escape from the sometimes bitter and harsh life that is theirs.

So I learned something out of all this- not to judge others too harshly even when it first appears to be a slam dunk about the appropriateness of showing compassion to others.

Here is another example of problems with poverty alleviation. Mangos.

Something as simple as mangos. We have an abundance of mangos from some trees that we have. Mangos sell for 2 birr each in the market. So I asked my habasha friend if it would be a good thing to give all these mangos to a very poor person in our neighborhood. Then she could sell them in the market and earn some money for her family. After a few minutes of thought, she told me that although she knows my heart and that I just want to help people--how will we decide who indeed is the poorest of the poor? As soon as we pick someone, then another person will complain-”why did you not give these mangos to me? I am poor also and need to feed my family”.

OOps.....can’t do that......so instead we decide to give away a few mangos to several of my friends in the neighborhood. Discreetly, without attracting notice. So we walk to a few sick friends’ houses and give them each 5-6 mangos. They were very happy to receive this treat. But now the ‘paparazzi’ have spotted me, and the cry goes up “Teresa! Teresa!” and I am surrounded by children. All rubbing their tummies and asking for a mango. So we try and make them stand in an orderly line. This too is impossible. One thing that Ethiopians do not do is stand in queques or lines. Push and shove is the name of the game-even adults in government offices and banks. They simply are never taught to stand quietly in a line and wait their turn. I can’t tell you how many times someone has pushed in front of me....

Anyway, we handed them out one by one-keeping an eye out for a few rascals who tried to get back in line for another one!  Soon mothers started coming out of their huts-asking for mangos for themselves or for their ‘baby’ who is in another place. I quickly ran out of mangos. Now some of them are mad because they didn’t get a mango. Or the mango they did get had a bruise on it.

What started out as a simple gesture of sharing turned into a big ordeal. I had to really get ahold of myself and not let their attitude upset me. I did not want them to rob me of my joy in simply giving.  But it is hard, sometimes.

These are some of the lessons that Tom and I are learning about life in a poverty-ridden nation. Simple things are not always so simple here. Things that sound good in the beginning don’t always work out like we thought they would.

When we first came here, we had ideas of how we were going to help.

It sounded pretty simple really. But maybe after reading about ‘Fences and The Great Mango Giveaway’, you will better understand some of what we are up against. 

May God bless you and keep you.........TnT

Meskerem

Hirute

 Meskerem and Hirute

Coming home!

I have been here over 2 years now and it seems like my role is constantly evolving in one way or another. Lately, I have become the neighborhood Baby Ambulance! There are several women pregnant and due at about the same time. 

This is the story of Meskerem.

She is young, probably around 19 or so and she had her baby last week. A healthy beautiful little girl with a full head of black wavy hair. She has a brother named Ashenafi. He speaks a little English and had become a friend of mine, and so he called me and asked if I would bring her home from the hospital. I have seen the Labor and delivery ward. It breaks my heart to see how those women really do suffer through childbirth. No fancy birthing suites, no incubators or heart monitoring machines---just these crummy little beds with plastic foam mattresses-no sheets on any of them. The laboring women get out of bed and squat when having contractions-there are a few rickety broken down chairs that they hold onto---no screaming or anything. They are so stoic. There were about 15 beds in one room and the ones who already had their babies just had them laying next to them under a dirty sheet or blanket- if they could afford that. All the babies go home naked and the moms walk 1/4 mile to the nearest mini bus stand. No wheelchairs of course. I’ve always heard that childbirth is a natural thing-after all, women have been doing it for centuries without hospitals, etc...But, without the prenatal care that women now routinely get in the west- many of those women and babies die in childbirth.

Anyway, I brought her home and got them settled into the small 2 room mud house that she shared with her parents, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Her husband was working in another town at the time. I took some pictures of the happy mother and grandmothers with their new grandchild. It was a happy day! The next day I brought her the pictures that I had took of her and the baby and grandmothers yesterday. They were so excited to get them-they squeeled and kissed each photo and then kissed me. People here are so appreciative of such small things....

Two days later I was in my jammies reading a book around 9pm when I heard a knock on my front door. "Teresa".......Teresa.......

("Now what?" I am thinking to myself......)  Meskerem, the woman who I had brought home from hospital 2 days ago with a new baby is very sick. Her brother was scared and seemed very desperate so I got dressed and walked to her house. She was burning up with fever- temp was 104 and she was groaning and gasping in agony because her stomach hurt. She was shivering uncontrollably.  I tried and tried calling my doctor friend but got no mobile service signal (this happens all the time-usually in emergency situations) After 30 mins of wiping her face with a damp washcloth, and unwrapping the 7 blankets she was wrapped in-I decided to take her to hospital. It took 5 guys to carry her outside and down the path through some weeds to the truck and they loaded her into the back on a thin foam mattress we had. The baby and grandmother  came along as well as their neighbor Ribka who speaks pretty good English---and 5-6 men to unload her once we arrived at hospital. When we got there it was typical hospital red tape; they want their money up front and all the necessary papers must be filled out first before they will even let her inside the building. She is in agony. Thank goodness the baby stays sleeping through all this. I got very upset with the unconcern of the hospital staff-I was crying and running back and forth from one office room to another trying to get the stupid card. Finally they allowed her in the emergency room and hooked her up to an IV. There were no IV stands, so the neighbor men and brother took turns holding the IV bottle up in the air.

The doctor said she was critical and needed a sonogram before they decide whether to do surgery. She was then transferred to the OB_GYN ward. I then asked the nurse when was the sonogram scheduled for  tonight. She said "No-not tonight!! in the morning".  What?!!?? She could die before then!   "Yes, well,

we cannot save them all."   (She actually said that!!)  They did give her some pain meds and with nothing else we could do until morning, some of us left the hospital. We all kneeled down in the dirt outside and prayed that God would spare her and keep her alive until morning.....then we went home. It was now 3:15am

She did survive the night-turns out the labor nurses did not expell all the placenta and she had developed an infection.  It was a wonder she did not die! She responded well to the IV and antibiotics and they massaged her uterus and expelled the placenta and she did not need surgery. That was my first experience with midnight trauma runs to the hospital, and unfortunately not my last......

But there were many things to thank God for:  First of all, the baby (now named Hirute) slept through the whole ordeal. I happened to have a pacifier (which my friend Sherri from Texas had given me) and Hirute contentedly sucked on it all night. At least we did not have a screaming infant to deal with. Can you imagine the pain if Meskerem would have had to nurse the baby-each suck making a contraction in her already agonized uterus?? 

Also, I had gone to the bank that day and so had plenty of money to pay for all the medicine and IV needles, etc..They are a poor family and I could see the weariness and fear in their eyes as the bills were mounting up-that they had no hope of paying. She would have died because they had no money to pay for her.

Also, I happened to have a package of cookies in my purse and a full bottle of water that I was able to give to the grandmother so she would have something to eat during the long night of sitting by her daughters bedside holding the infant.

wow........what a night. The next morning I went to see her and she was smiling and relieved from most of her pain. The baby was quietly nursing beside her........what a wonderful sight that was !!!!  I have never been kissed as much as I was that morning. About 25 of her closest friends and relatives were there and they all greeted me with big smiles and kisses and hugs and were thanking Jesus for me and more kisses. I am soooo glad that I was able to help-and I am so lucky to be here! So we brought Meskerem and her mother and Hirute back home again. (Along with her 25 friends in the back of the truck!) Once we got her settled in, I went home and brought back the last of my cloth diapers and safety pins. I gave her a short course in how to diaper a baby, how to open a safety pin, etc... (I have to think very basic here- this was a new concept to them) I explained the importance of washing her hands with soap before holding the baby and making sure other people do also. Again, a new idea. So then I helped them make a Tippy Tap in their yard to encourage hand washing with soap......it was a full day for me!

Two days later-a phone call in the night. “Teresa, please come- Meskerem is very sicking-fever-what shall we do? I very afraid hospital we go? or something like that.....How could this be? That smiling young girl deathly ill AGAIN? I raced to her house. She was groaning and gasping, coughing and wild-eyed-pupils completely dilated.....her brother and 2 others grabbed her up and raced for the truck and away we go again. This time we left the baby behind with grandmother- I was afraid Meskerem would die before we made it to the hospital. The emergency room was filled with 8-9 men who had been injured in various activites-no empty beds. We found a wooden gurney and placed her on it. No sheets, no pillow. Her husband Abraham cradled her head in his arm the whole time. The room was filthy, a bucket of bloody bandages and discarded trash sitting on the floor. No one seems to care about maintaining any level of hygiene. No one is in a hurry either. She is gasping and wild eyed and people are just laughing and talking( the doctor and nurses)--it’s DEFINATELY not “Greys Anatomy” here! They finally gave her a pain shot and took xrays and lab tests. She needed to go to the bathroom and the nurse simply pointed to a filthy, bloody bedpan sitting on the floor. It still had urine and whatever in it. Her brother had to pick it up and bring it to her-the nurses don’t do that! I was told that those are things for relatives to do. Along with running down medicines, getting gurneys, xrays, food, water, etc....Poor Meskerem had to squat over that filthy bedpan in a room full of men and do her business. My heart ached for her. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to hold on to my emotions.....I hope I never have to go there as a patient!

They eventually determined she has pneumonia and she is critical and is admitted to the hospital. We pushed her outside and down to the ward, Abraham still with his arm cushioning her head and trying not to step on sleeping bodies laying on sidewalks.They made a guy give up his bed and put a sheet on it for her. It is outside under the eave of the building. No pillow. No blanket. But at least she wasn’t in those stifling rooms. She was now getting IV fluids and medicine. I left her and went back for the baby and grandmother and brought them back to stay in the hospital with Meskerem.  Another 2:30am hospital run.......

But today we brought her home! She had the most beautiful smile on her face and that baby is just so darn cute lying in her mothers’ arms.

As we pulled up to their house, all the neighbors came out to greet her. Then we had a celebratory cup of coffee with as many as could crowd into the small house. Prayers were offered up in thanksgiving to God for saving Meskerem-and although I didn’t understand what was all said, I heard my name mentioned a few times and know that they were also thanking me for my part in this. My thanks was seeing her family crying and smiling as they welcomed her home! I took pictures of mother and baby and then attempted one of me and baby. Just as I was about to snap the picture-she peed all over me! We all laughed together as I quickly handed her back. It was a fitting finish to this story!

For those of you reading this- I hope you appreciate the incredible standard of health care where you live- and I hope that you are moved to pray with compassion for the poor of this world and what they face each day just trying to survive..... in a world that doesn’t care.

Teresa