This Broken World

It was just one of those days... We had twin babies brought in, one who needed surgery due to the fact that some of her intestines were in the umbilical cord. She died the next day. In the midst of doing dressing changes I received a little girl who'd been hit by a motorcycle. Her leg was bleeding profusely and it took a while to get it under control. She cried and screamed the whole time. Then there was a six-year-old kid who was in critical condition, coughing up all sorts of fluid, on oxygen, not breathing well, barely hanging in there. And a guy was brought in who'd shot himself with an AK-47. All we could do was clean his wound and try to get him out of here on the next plane. It was a two day wait. And these people have names. And families. And lives...And their pain becomes ours and we are reminded daily of the brokenness of this world.