|Traveling out of the inner-city of Manila and into the countryside for about 3 hours|
|Sister and Elder Stroud came about three or four weeks after we did. They are from North Ogden, Utah|
|This is Jimwel V. Ambes. He is standing in front of the board that we had the potential patients for the Mabuhay house stand beside with their information so I could take their picture to add to their file|
My job was to take pictures though I ended up writing down all the people who had been accepted to see the doctors because it made the process faster.
|These signs hung outside of the church gate to let people know they could come to get screened here|
In the morning when Jeffrey and I prayed, I asked God to help me feel compassion and not pity. To me compassion is caring for others and pity is feeling sorry for someone. I found it was all in the perception. Walking into a room full of people with noticeable problems in life could have brought overwhelming and helpless feelings. Instead I concentrated on how well the people lived with struggles and how cute the children were. I was able to note how inventive, smart and creative they were in solving life-style struggles. I loved the "shoes" an eighty year old man with two club feet had - curled rubber so his feet didn't touch the ground. I felt gratitude that so many doctors would come and give their talent and efforts for free to men, women and children in need. I was also very happy that the screener and doctor could refer other services to those who needed many different kinds of relief. Compassion can urge me to do something. Pity pulls me down.