Wednesday

Wednesday was a relaxed day, and everyone kind of split up. I was with Dr. Don, Brandon, Noah, and Ashley and we spent most of the day at the clinic at Beacon of Hope. We gave some classes to the nurses who work there on the new equipment that we brought, then answered some questions they had or things they needed help with at the clinic.

When we left, we went to Nakumatt, which is like a small Kenyan Walmart, then went to the small Maasai market around the corner. Everyone had gotten pretty confident in their bargaining skills by that point so we got some good deals(: then while Ashely and I were waiting for the guys, this little boy who was around 5 kept coming up to us and saying "please I'm hungry" with his hands out. Ashley and I got him a hotdog and juice, but it just made me think of Sofia and Brian and Isaac and Stanley and every other child I had met up until that point and I just prayed that they weren't out on the street alone like him. I prayed they had a full stomach and loving arms around them, even though I knew that the chances of that were slim. It was so hard leaving each of them and knowing what they were going home to. But prayer is a powerful thing, if I learned anything in Kenya, I definitely learned that.