I
particularly remember one day in the clinic in Nimule, Sudan when they put a
child on the door.  What we were using to examine patients was a door propped up
by some bricks.  The child was just skin and bones and slumped over.  I looked
at him and thought to myself that if they bring one more sick child to the
clinic who looks like this, I don’t think I can go on again.  It’s just too
much.  So we did what we could for that child as well as the other children.
What we were doing was handing out flour and oil and the parents would take them
home and feed their children.

   
Six weeks later
that same child came through the door and he was jumping around and smiling. 
There are moments when you feel like you can’t do one more thing and you just
kind of make it through the day.  Then when you see someone like that child get
better in a few weeks you know that you made a difference with that child and
that if you made a difference with that one, you can make a difference with
another one.  And another one!