Being a homeless street kid in a third world country is anything but dreamy. It’s not getting to play PlayStation and going to a 5 star school and having your mom do your laundry for you and cook you dinner every night. It’s having to truly fight for your life and wonder where your next meal will come from every single day. It’s getting in fights and having glass beer bottles busted over your head causing pieces of glass to slice your arm open. And instead of going straight to the hospital you run and hide for a few days because you’re scared of the hospital because so many people die at the run down local hospital so the infection in your arm gets worse and worse....
Petete got in a bad fight on Friday causing lots of glass to become embedded in his arm. Sunday he finally came to the mission house and my dad was able to take him to the hospital for stitches and to get the wound cleaned. He is in a lot of pain and we are praying the infection stays to a minimum!
My heart truly can’t take my street kids getting hurt all of the time! #missionaryatheart
