the nurses at the combat support hospital have nicknamed him "joey" but his sister tells us his name is sultan. his parents were killed in the bombing that broke his 5-year-old sister's leg and left glass in his skin.
we visit the hospital every so often to say hi and give a small gift to some of the kids that are brought there and often their stories are the ones that drive us to work a few hours longer and put in that much more effort. it is the stories of these children and other iraqis that i wish the community would more fervently guard against and stand up for change.
another patient was a young (early 20s at the most) soccer player who was on the national team; last week he lost both of his legs to a car bomb. each story is horrible and tragic. insurgent terrorists strike without reason and almost prefer the innocent victim.
we have to get to a place where these stories are no more.
i have a nephew that was born just weeks ago and obviously i have yet to hold him. but today i got to hold a little boy that needed some love. if this is the only way i can make a difference in iraq, i am okay with that.
5 comments:
I'm so proud of you!
Me, too!
You look like a natural, Jon! I'll bet you've had practice with your various nieces and nephews before, right?
I feel confident that little one appreciated a kind and loving embrace from you.
Nice job!
You have an amazing heart.
Sadly, the only place where those stories will be no more is heaven. That's why our work, your work, showing God's love is so important.
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