This week was a super busy week for all of us. Here’s how it went: We got up a tad bit earlier than expected on Sunday morning, then dad told us not to get into our church clothes,
“Why not?” I asked myself. After breakfast, I asked my dad why we weren’t wearing our church clothes. He said that we were going with a team of medical people to a Ngäbe camp.
Imagine in your head: three buildings forming a square, but the square is missing one side. Then, make the concrete buildings look old and worn out, and that’s what the Ngäbe camp looks like! We got there around 12:00 noon, and stayed until every person got cared for.
The following three days, we went to a village called “Rovira.” The medical team cared for a lot of people. There were doctors, a dentist, a booth giving away reading glasses, and hygiene and health education.
The next day, Thursday, we didn’t have school, and the whole family loaded up in the brand-spanking-used-new car to us and drove off into the sunset (that wasn’t there because we left at 6:00 A.M.).
After two hours, we got to the base of a mountain, and the Medical group got out of the rinky-dink vans and got into three four wheel driven cage-covered pickup trucks. And we began the mountain climb.
For thirty minutes we drove up and down very steep hills on a dirt road. We even crossed a bridge made of wood, suspended by cables!
When we got to the village of Quebrado Loro, there was already a crowd of about two hundred-fifty people waiting to get medical attention. It was sad to see all these people stand in line and wait four hours in the rain just so they could see a doctor. Literally, everyone had to get a tooth pulled. I watched one little girl get her tooth pulled and nearly lost my lunch! (Scratch that, I hadn’t eaten lunch yet!)
My siblings and I helped with a program for the kids. The teacher decided to start out with a couple of songs. Nobody sang with us. So, we tried to play some sort of game, but only the boys would play. This was a problem, because the boys made up only 20% of the crowd. Lame game. Finally, we tried face painting, which ended up being our great success! The indigenous children here are pretty shy, so singing and playing games made them uncomfortable. But, most of them were pretty happy just holding still and letting us paint their faces!
I also enjoyed helping out with the medical team. I brought water to the doctors and their translators (which included my mom and dad). I also spent some time watching them work (until the dentist kicked me out.)
Suddenly, in the midst of the very busy clinic, the skies started POURING down rain! Then, like a sonic blast, it thundered. It was so loud and close, that a nearby car’s alarm went off! It rained pretty steadily until about 30 minutes before we had to head home. That was a blessing, because traveling on the roads in the rain would have been pretty rough.
So, there you have it. Just another week in the life of a 12 year-old missionary kid.
Ciao for now!
PS: To view a video my dad made on this week’s outreach, just click on this link: https://youtu.be/-voLRLnOEnI