Today he was brought back to the hospital, running a fever, with a huge bruise on his forehead. A big man carried him in, wrapped in a rough blanket. Andre was dressed in ragged clothes & a pullover bandit-type wool hat & all his limbs were seized up with anxiety. At the sight of his face, we wrapped our arms around him & got teary-eyed, flooded with surprise & love at seeing him again. The man with the rough blanket waited while we stripped him naked, because the child welfare people wanted the clothes back. We petted him & talked to him & put him in clean clothes & fed him mush & some chocolate from our purses At moments, he relaxed to our voices & touches, but mostly he screamed & sobbed & kicked & beat his face with his fists. You can see the self-inflicted bruises. After an hour one two, he did smile in relief.
Schedules must be kept, so we had to leave him overnight. We have only one last day with him tomorrow, our last day of volunteering. What can love & tenderness do in one day??
Nothing...is that the real truth?...nothing.
-- la reverdere
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Blessings on sharing your love! I remember wondering what our love would do...what would it actually change? Nothing? Everything! It does change everything...we just don't usually get to witness it. But following the lives of these kids from all the other volunteers, you know the love spreads. We can't change all of their lives, but we can change our own and keep spreading love! Thanks for being there! I am working on making it back to Romania.
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