Hi, my picture was taken by one of the nurses who took care of me yesterday at our brick camp. I’ve lived here all of my life with my family. We make bricks and roof tiles here. I help my mother and father do the work even though I’m a little girl. The medical team that came to our camp today was made up of foreigners who work and serve in this country and Nepali nationals who do the same.
There were many of us who came for care. I think someone said that they saw over 250 of us in the few hours that they were here. I waited in line with my chart to see the nurse, who smiled and asked me how I was doing? I didn’t answer her because it was unusal for an adult to ask me a question like that, and I wouldn’t know what to say anyway?
The nurse gave me worm medicine and vitamins and then sent me over to the clothing room. They had lots of clothes there but there wasn’t much that I could fit into, because I don’t eat much food and the nurse says I’m malnourished. Still, one of the ladies was able to find me something, and it was clean and new, and I was excited.
The nurse says that I have to find a way to go to school or else the cycle of poverty in the country of Nepal will just continue. When I told her that I couldn’t pay for the shirt that I was given, or for the medicine that someone in the pharmacy handed me, she said that it had already been paid for. When I asked her who had paid my debt, she smiled and said someone named Jesus did, 2000 years ago, when he walked on the earth.
I had never heard of this man, but some of the others in the camp have. Later, I asked one of my friends if this was true, and she said that it was! I heard the nurse say when she was leaving that she would just love to see someone come and teach school at our brick camp. Can you believe it? Going to school here. I don’t think it will ever happen, but it makes me feel good when I think about it.
Maybe, one day, if I can go to school, I’ll be able to write my name, and read books. I might just even be able to read about the man she called Jesus, who paid for the medicines and clothes today. By the way, my name is Desperate. The nurse says that out of desperation comes hope, and that out of hope comes change! She says that this man named Jesus helped a lot of people who were also named Desperate and that he loved and cared for each one. She says that he cares for me too and knows my every need even though I have so many.
Praise God to the Father of Desperation, the author and the perfector of my faith. The only answer for those in need. By the way, in case you’re a teacher, or have a heart to teach the children of Nepal how to read and write, feel free to come and make a difference. I assure you that your time will be well spent.
Gina for Arise Medical Missions (Nepal)