Sick In Africa

So I am sitting in the house with Mark. We are both in for the day because of the sickness that has overcome him, Matt, and I the past couple of days. Being sick in Africa without running water and living with 8 other people has defiantly been an adventure in itself.  It is not fun being sick in Africa.  Although it has been eye opening for realizing what it is like for the people living here. I became sick the morning we were still staying in the village and had to leave the village earlier to get home. The walk from Sinuhun to where I stay in COTN goes through a swamp and takes about 30 minutes to walk. COTN is also the only place with a nurse and so whenever people are sick they have to walk to COTN to get treatment. As I walked I praised God I didn’t feel worse and that I was able to walk straight to my house, but I thought about all the people who are sick past to point where they should be walking and yet they have to walk in the heat of Africa at least a mile (usually more) to get help. In America we get sick and we have a nice big bed to lay in, tv to reoccupy our mind from the pain were feeling, light in the night when we cant sleep, air conditioning, a car to drive in if we need help, and ambulance to pick us up if we REALLY need help, and yet here they have none of this.