The Real India

I have been told I am experiencing the "real" India, and I believe it. Down stairs there is a boy named SacrayyaSamy that probably won't make it the night, he's had both his parents die of AIDS, and anything we give him comes right back out. I am also living in a place where the power goes out during a tubectomy and local anesthesia doesnt always work. Despite any kind of realness I am experiencing, I absolutly l0ve it here, I know without a doubt it was Gods purpose for me to be here from the beginning. I am completely addicted to giving shots in peoples butts and even though the paper work is dull and I dont really need to help with it, I'd rather sit in the hospital doing that then be at home doing nothing. One of the pluses of living a little .1 mile away from the hospital is that I can be there all the time, which I have started to do. This last week I found out while walking through the hospital after hours that there are nurses that give shots at 8 pm so I started going then also.
Mrs. Abraham has been hinting to me that the hospital needs a new painting for awhile and I felt like God was telling me to do it, so I asked her today if we could paint some of the rooms and she got so excited! I think being in the youth group at first cov made me fall in love with construction/paint things :). Okay the power just went out and the bugs are attacking the computer so more blog later!