I was up at the crack of dawn again today as the call to worship sounded outside my hotel window. We selected two children to follow through the surgery process - a cute little girl, Anisha, who arrived with her mother last night, and a lively little boy, Sarban, who we met on at screening the day before with his dad. Both are 5 years old and small for their age.
Today we loaded the children and their families into cars and drove to a village on the outskirts of Guwahati. We saw a typical day in their lives. Doing household chores, working in the rice fields, going to school. Things that every child does. But there is a difference. These children and their families are shunned, avoided, teased and sometimes beaten. Somehow they survive the daily ordeals of being very different. Somehow they keep their hope alive. Someday maybe their faces will be healed and they will become accepted by their families, their friends and their communities.
For these children that someday will be Sunday when they go into surgery broken and come out in as little as 45 minutes whole and complete. What a day Sunday will be.
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