| On the flight to Galmi. |
After arriving Wednesday afternoon I was thrown right into the mix of things. I ended up hanging out at the hospital for a few hours getting acquainted with staff and quickly forgetting names I’d heard minutes before. The staff here on the compound are incredible people. I’ve only known them for a few days and 3 families have already had me over for supper to ease the transition. Now and then someone will show up at my doorstep with food or another might jokingly act aloof to the fact that I owe them money for something. It’s been a very easy transition so far. We’ll see if it lasts haha.
Still haven’t gotten my 2nd piece of luggage yet, but man am I thankful that I have at least one piece! I realize more and more what a blessing it is that God delivered to me at least one.
The people here are very kind. The most important thing you can do in this cultural is learn to greet people, regardless of whether you saw them 2 minutes ago or 2 days ago. The language thing is still getting to me. I’m working in the shop right now with a gentlemen named Abraham that speaks only French and Hausa. Needless to say our time together has been interesting. There is one thing that I have to mention. It’s both hilarious and quite unfortunate... In my application to SIM some time ago, when I was distracted by school and other things I mentioned that I had some carpentry experience from working with my father. The missionaries of Galmi quickly took this as I was a full time professional carpenter. I’ve since dispelled the rumors that I am indeed no “miracle” carpenter come to save the place from creaks and decay, but I have offered what I know. Please pray that my shop partner and I keep our patience and our heads working with each other as well as any others who don’t speak English that I run across.
The hospital is a dark place. Death happens often, especially with children. I was told to expect it. I haven’t witnessed anyone pass yet, but Michael who was on call on Saturday was praying over a child before surgery when it passed away. He had a rough day, and once again I was taken back by the sheer volume of care and support he received not an hour after from the community around here. I beginning to think I want to live here long term simply because of the people I’ve met in a weekends time. I’ve gotten the chance to witness some surgeries and to watch the process of admitting patients to the hospital. In the shop I’ve been helping to make crutches for the recovering patients. Who knows what’s in store for this week!
Cooking for myself begins this week :P I’m excited and a bit nervous. There is no Walmart in Galmi. Finding food here involves bargaining with locals which is entertaining to watch but it’s not for me. Michael and I may have struck a deal, if I clean dishes (which he hates to do) then he’ll cook (which I lack talent in). I can also learn from him as well so I don’t walk away empty handed. I’ll let you know how the whole food thing goes.
My eyelids are getting heavy and tomorrow is a new day and the beginning to a new and full week. If I could have prayer for direction during my stay here that would be wonderful. I would like to find out if medicine is right for me now, not after my 2nd year in medical school.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this blog! It means a lot :)
Your eternal brother,
Josh


