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Physical Therapy Mission in Africa- by Ashley Sparks THERAPY 2000 PT

Waking up to “home health” in West Africa is a little different than what we experience on a daily basis here. Well, maybe it’s a lot different, but that’s just the environment. When you strip it down to the basics, it’s still what we all love — watching people gain the independence that they and their families have longed for. The quarter mile walk to “Allie’s” house is nice with kids and women greeting me each block I pass. Sure it’s hot, as is ALL of Sub-Saharan Africa, but the lack of humidity makes it bearable. I’m praying for my day as I go, and for the people around me, that I’ll have wisdom in decision making in a place where there is no doctor, and that they’ll see God’s love demonstrated in my actions. My flip flops are full of sand, but I’ve grown to love the dusty feeling on my feet in the three months I’ve been walking this road. As I turn to enter the gate that opens up into Allie’s yard, I greet her husband, and announce my entrance, as is customary. Allie smiles up at me from her old mat on the ground. She tells me about what’s been happening in the few days I was visiting another village while offering me the food they were cooking. Her house is small with two rooms for three adults and countless children. They cook and use the restroom outside and have a small area for their four goats and sheep in the corner. I ask her how her body is (one of the customary greetings) and she responds “it’s better.” They always say it’s better. Even if they’re dying, they’ll tell you that it’s better. I don’t know what happened to Allie, but when I met her, […]


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