My life in Africa…

has been filled with hurts and pains, all physical. When we first got here my dad, Austin and myself went to a camp by a river. Austin, Nathan (John’s son), and I went to the river one afternoon to go swimming. We were playing on some rocks and I slipped and cut my leg open. I did not go to the hospital because my dad said it would be fine, so he taped it. Now I have a big scar on my right shin that reminds me of that camp.

The other time I got hurt was when I put my sweatshirt on and felt something stinging my arm. When I looked inside, I saw a wasp. I threw off my sweatshirt as fast as possible. Luckily it only stung me once (a wasp can sting more than once) but it hurt the rest of the day.

This past Sunday I dislocated my finger. All of my brothers, Nathan, and I were playing karate on the camp trampoline and Nathan accidentally kicked my pinky. All of the sudden, I looked at it and my pinky was crooked. So, I stared running up to John and Lorna’s house and my Dad and Mom took one look at it and we left for the hospital. Once we got there the doctor did an x-ray and this is what we saw.