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... only means of income/contribution to the family. I see children working... begging... running the streets unsupervised. Dirty children, starving children, neglected and probably, occasionally, unloved children. I have friends who have adopted children who were unwanted, simply because they were girls... and I wonder how many more have died, or are simply surviving. I witness illiteracy and a dearth ...
... I do! Anyway, this trip was also the first time that I felt like Bangladeshi's there as well are getting to know me as a person, not just one of the new bideshi's.
Parallel runs this conundrum: as I've started thinking more and more about the transition to MCH, my opportunities for medical interactions have increased. Mostly, I find myself either in an advisory or prescriptory capacity. ...
... then worked here in BD for about 8 years before returning home to attend seminary. While I was intrigued by such details as his living 6 months in the village near the hospital (even one month is beyond the requirement), his statement that he’s “just barely a Baptist”, and the stories I’ve heard of his musical talent; I admit that my romantic thoughts stemmed more from a “maybe I can snag this one” than from any true attraction.
... it while others probably did and kept quiet because of family pressure.) When we say "we wish you were here" we really do wish you could see this astounding country and meet these faithful believers. Please remember to pray for the country of Bangladesh.
(See story under rickshaw picture.)
(Have you read Daktar by Vig Olsen or On Duty in Bangladesh by Jeannie Lockerbie? We were at the Malamghat station they talk about and highly recommend the books!)
... But I worked out that they were all sisters and were all at various stages of university life. Then there was another knock and in strolled more people, and more and more. They were all members of this family!!! I had the Brady Bunch times about 4 all in there wanting to shake my hand and know my name! I got the Mum and Dad and Aunty, Uncle, nephews, nices, brothers, sisters and husbands and wives! The father wanted to know what I ate for dinner and my religion. They ...