Feet.

Hello everyone, thank you for keeping us in your prayers.

For all you worried parents and worried friends,
We are okay. Some of us might have bad heat rash, but we are perfectly fine, but anyway. A lot has happened over this trip and there is to much to say at the moment but I'll share a little something that hit me.
One day when we were having our group time, I remember Kathy telling us about feet. Sounds weird, I know but, she said when we walk down the streets, to pay attention to the people we pass and look at their feet. Feet tell us a story about a person and what they have gone through.When I heard that, it stayed with me.
To get on with my story, yesterday a small group of us went into town. As I remember walking next to Cate, I was looking down and kicking this little rock as I walked, probably not one of my greatest ideas because there was a lot of people around us..
I almost ran into someone, instead of looking up at the persons face to see who it was, I looked at the persons feet. They were dirty, with scars on them and one toe was missing. Those couple seconds lasted forever for me. As I looked up at this person, I felt Cate grab my arm. The person was a man, an old man. His hair was an off white color. He was begging for money. As my eyes examined him for that little time, it hit me. This man had no fingers at all. It scared me a lot to see him. Cate and I were in the back of the group as we passed him, Cate looked back at him. I was telling myself "Don't look. Don't do it.". Cate told me the he tried to follow us.
That night at REACH we were all in bed sleeping but me. I couldn't get that picture of that man's feet out of my head. I tried to think about my friends at home but I couldn't. It just kept replaying in my head of when I saw him. It hurt my heart, I remembered what Kathy said about feet. I could only imagine what that man has been through, not only that, but he had no fingers. Then I heard someone call my name, it was Cate. I guess she couldn't fall asleep either, she was thinking about the same man too. As we both were laying down in our beds we were scared. So scared that I somehow made my way into Cate's bed and we fell asleep together. That night was one of the hardest nights for me because I know now, that there are more people who's feet have a story to tell. I will never forget that man.

Sending lots of love to home,
Anna Dostert