A highlight of this trip for me was meeting the widow I sponsored through KenyaRelief.org. Willikister is raising ten orphaned children of her son and his two wives, who died of AIDS. Her church and my modest monthly donation are her only means of support. We visited her sparse hut - a very long hike through the "bush." The simple gifts I brought were received with overwhelming joy. I also took her shopping at the local market where she haggled for dried fish (which looked like fly-infested bait to me.) With a washtub on her head to carry her stew ingredients, soap, tea, cooking oil, corn flour, dry milk, sugar and new flip-flops, Wilikister happily walked the long path home as the sun set.

Another experience I will never forget was our visit to the Igor District Hospital where the poorest people must go for care. Febrile babies and children lay lethargic on grayed stained sheets, some sharing beds. As I passed out little packages of gummy fruit in the women's ward, I held each hand and looked into each woman's eyes. Many started telling me their troubles in their native tongue, begging for help. All I could say was, "God bless you, we will pray for you," tearfully realizing there was nothing else I could do for these dying sisters.

Mother Theresa once said, "we can do no great things...only small things with great love." I'm a medical missioner because I can be. I will continue to do what I can...with great love.

Once again I am grateful to the Fairview Foundation for their encouragement and monetary support of Medical Missions. I am proud to work for such an organization.