We also visited the Hospital and passed out Beanie Babies to children (all under the age of 13) dying of AIDS, TB or other diseases. It was incredibly heart wrenching to hold babies and talk with 5 and 6 year olds in the hospital who had been in there for months dying with no one coming to visit them. It was a challenging time. Then we went to a children's cemetery where children we buried. To read the grave stones (on those that had them) made us cry seeing some babies not even live for a day. The most morbid part of it all, was that next to the grave sites there were two rows of open graves, totaling about 50 holes, which we were told would be filled by the end of the week, just in and around Thabong alone. As we rode home, very solemn, God had a special treat to lift our spirit's and we got stopped at a Net Ball game by African children flooding the street to see the crazy Americans and take pictures with us.
It was a day of sorrow and joy, hope and distress, but through it all we experienced the love of God for His creation and saw the desperate need that we must meet to help these people!