We had seven births at the hospital yesterday. Things were hopping. As I was replacing the Oxygen for the C-section warmer, I had a page to meet the helicopter: A twenty year old male, cocaine overdose. Intubated.
Where is hope? All these children being born. Forced to go to government schools where knowledge and history of the one true God, the source of this countries’ power, strength and origin is outlawed, these children grow up without hope.
I was fortunate. I knew God before I knew trauma. That strength kept me. Even so, I crumbled. God was my strength, but alone, I could not make it. For forty years I wondered until someone finally became available to help me.
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Written 10/17/17