Today I have the link to a beautiful article in the paper about nothing less than my self! You half to check out this link
The article was great. Thank you Aditi from the Mid Day Mumbai! I loved the story and I was so excited to see my pictures in the newspaper! Two points of clarification are needed: my parents do change some things I write. They help me edit grammar, spelling, clarity, and organization. The words and ideas are all mine though. Also, my mom is not a doctor, she is a physical therapist.
Today, we planned on getting an early start to the clinic, but the cars taking us there were a little late. While we were waiting, we watched workers building the medical center and carrying bricks on their heads to certain piles throughout the construction site. Adam, Seth, and I tried this once, to see how hard it was. Adam and Seth carried eight bricks and I only carried four. Some of the workers carried sixteen! Wow, if I did that every day my neck would hurt forever! I can understand why all of the patients at our clinics have had major back pain!
When the cars arrived, we drove for about one hour to find a small village with a large tented area next to which a large crowd sat and eagerly waited to be helped. Before the clinic started, the doctors from the area gave us a welcoming ceremony. We received the Tika blessing and a neckless of flowers. On a golden stand were four wicks covered in oil. We had to take a spoon full of oil to light other wicks. Then the doctors got straight to work. My mom was hosting a physical therapy booth along with the other doctors at their tables. I tried helping out some, but nobody needed my help. I felt sad that I could not help, but I was still happy that the whole group could care for all of the poor, sick people of the area.
|Adam and Ivan watching the ceremony|
Thank you for reading Rohan Geographic!