“One of the most emotional and heart wrenching moments of my trip was when I was faced with a home visit while working in the medical clinic of a rural village. Initially I was very excited to go to the patient’s house and help treat her, as she was unable to travel to our clinic that was stationed a mile away. When I arrived at the patient’s home, she was sitting outside unable to get up because her knees were completely worn out, bone-on-bone at the joints. She was in excruciating pain and her home was nothing more than a small room with straw on the ground to sleep on. Her “oven” was a simply a hole dug into the side of the mountain. She, her husband, and her two granddaughters all shared this humble dwelling. As we began to ask the woman questions about her pain, it became very obvious that she had been living with this pain for months, perhaps even years. We told her that we would send her granddaughter back with some medication that would ease her pain. Then we all prayed for her. As we began to pray, many of those around me began to shed tears. The woman prayed for all of us in a language I did not understand (Quichiwa). The prayer went on for several minutes and it took everything I had to hold back my tears. Looking back, I am not sure why I held back my tears of sorrow and despair, but it felt like the most appropriate thing to do at the time.”