There is a horrific story the matron told me about a younger man in the Infirmary. He is an amputee, with one leg gone below the knee. He seems about 30 yrs of age, and is very quiet and withdrawn.
It's told that he was just a wild child living in the jungle alone, evidently abandoned by his parents, which is not terribly uncommon, so I hear. He was stealing livestock, and they said, eating it raw. The villagers after some time, caught him, and holding him down, chopped off his leg with an axe so that he couldn't steal from them anymore.
The matron told me he is on medication for mental problems and evidently can at times get violent, when not on it. I look at him and wonder how life looks through those eyes. He seems detached...(an understatement)....or something I can't put my finger on. I've actually been afraid to approach him. Not because of his story, but because he appears to desire to be left alone. I want to respect that, but at the same time you sense his loneliness. I satisfy the urge with handing him extra snacks. Typical American "Jewish" mother....EAT! EAT! You'll feel BETTER!!!
And nothing but the love of Jesus could EVER make ANYTHING for this man better. Lord, look down on this violated child and have mercy. Show me how to love him.
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