Just yesterday a woman came into the clinic in the middle of many things
going on, holding a blanket.  Soon women were looking at the blanket when I
realized there was a person in there.  I peeked in too, and saw white, blotchy
skin, a tiny head soaked in blood.  A brand newborn baby, but I mean NEW!   No
one else seemed too excited except ME!  I asked to look at the baby.  Checked
his pulse.  Breathing, thank God!  A beautiful boy!  Born here in the garbage
dump!  New life.  A miracle!  But what am I supposed to do with this little baby
now?  And, where’s the mother?  Oh, she’s coming.  Of course!  And so she did. 
I whisked them off to the clinic for a checkup.  I was to pick them up again in
an hour, but word got back to me that mom walked down that long, bumpy, muddy
road barefoot.  Just another day at Itipini [in South Africa]!  But it wasn’t. 
A miracle happened this day, and I was simply a witness.  What a gift!