One of the most visible impressions in being in Malawi is that everyone walks. Unlike other third world countries, there is considerable less evidence of bikes, scooters and cars. Everyone shares the road including people, oxen, cattle, and oxen carts. Another impression is the desire at most villagers to give us a gift. Whether it is a chicken, eggs or other vegetables, their sharing comes willingly even though I know that they will deprive themselves that day.
I recall one event that happened at the end of work that day. Paul and I had come to a junction in the road and a mother waved us down and asked us, through our coordinator, if we could take her and her baby to the hospital. Without much debate we agreed. She ran back to her hut and came back with her relatives and a small duffel bag. You could sense the mother and family’s anxiety as she climbed into the jeep. The mother sat between me and Paul and only upon arrival at the hospital did she convey that a miracle had happen today-that we had come along and offered a ride. She thanked God. It was about 12 miles to the hospital and Paul and I could not have imagined how the mother and baby would have made it. Paul was kind enough to offer her some water and some money because we had no way of knowing how long she would have to stay at the hospital. We do not know what happened to the mother and baby, but I am glad we were there.