I know that I have not been keeping up my promise of posting on a regular basis. I do think about different topics to post about but I find myself unable to capture my village in words.
There are two buses that run from town through my village and last night one of them flipped over on the highway. The bus was trying to avoid a recent rock slide and the bus lost control. I have been told that no one from my village is in the hospital but that the local preacher took 7 passengers to the emergency room last night, including one who is pregnant. My cousin, Judd, was on the bus and helped evacuate people. His mom, Tatsie, was told that if it wasn’t for his son more people would have ended up in the hospital.
Events like these make me realize the importance of life. It also gives me thanks to live in a village that cares so much about the well-being and safety of its community members. This morning I saw a fellow villager enter the hospital and I hope that whoever he is seeing is having a good recovery.
