How easily we recite those words in the United States. This place I find myself coexisting in is such a complex oxymoron. Don't get me wrong. There is no place I'd rather be at this given moment but....... Today we spent taking one of our 25 year old single mothers to a specialist. Because she is poor, single, and lives in this village it was near impossible to obtain the medical attention for a problem that has been chronic for the last seven months. It was one of the first things brought to my attention when we arrived. Another 2 1/2 hour drive into the city to a series of medical offices where no appointment is necessary. You simply arrive, check for the necessary field of medicine posted on the signage outside the door, pick one, have your purse searched, and step into an office. You check to see the number of people waiting and go to the one with the fewest people. She saw both a specialist and had an ultrasound with the given prognosis that it was not as serious as she had anticipated and could be readily treated with the right course of medication. Seven months of illness, fear, and a mere $29.50USD for the specialist visit and an additional $21.50USD for the ultrasound, but as if a $1000USD away for this mom. We will return next Friday as recommended for further blood work and follow up. On the return trip home we managed to attain some shelving for the large number of donations that we carried with us in addition to those sent to our families in the container. MANY, MANY thanks to each and everyone who contributed to this incredible outpouring. We also appreciate the tremendous showing of faith in us, our work, and the many prayers forwarded to us. They have reinforced our assurance that this IS where we belong. Dios bendiga y gracias por todas! The picture is just one of the rocks :-) we go around that toppled from the top of the mountain during the earthquake that happened the week BEFORE we arrived!!!!!