cooking soup for her husband over a charcoal fire outside. She was short and, like Delva, always smiling. Instead of the usual head wrap, she wore a cheery blue broad-rimmed bonnet. She beamed with pride as I told them the story of the generator and Delva’s first trip to Miami. There wasn’t much I could do for his father. The stroke had crippled his right side and made it extremely difficult for him to speak. The smell of urine permeated his bedclothes. I suggested he take an aspirin a day and that the family try to get him out of bed as much as possible. His mother had a simple case of tendonitis. I gave her an anti-inflammatory medicine that I had in my suitcase. In half an hour her pain was gone—Medishare’s first miracle in Thomonde.