Sunday, May 8, 2011
The Mango Tree
The yard at the MSF ex-pat house has no grass to mow. There are scattered dieffenbachia and bougainvillae. We have a number of coconut palms in the back. But there was a big bare area on the southwest side of the front of the house. Kim, the second VOG, who is on her way to Nigeria, and myself, the first surgeon at the project, wanted to leave something more than a memory. So we planted a mango on the morning of our departure. The guard helped dig the hole, and assured me that he would water it regularly. One of the other national staff made a sign with our names on it. It is a stick, nailed to another stick, and placed in the ground. It looks likes it marks a grave, but he was so proud of the work, that I couldn't bear to tell him.
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