I guess we should not stop praying. My daughter is struggling to breathe again, like the air is being forced out before she is finished taking it in. We don't know where to turn.
(Note to those who weren't with me on Pohnpei in 1988. You are welcome to listen in, but I am writing mainly for my fellow teachers, myself, and my family. There will be some things you won't understand. Just skim those parts, if you wish.) We stayed in this lovely building. I think it used to be painted blue. The lower floor used to be Mr. Quail's house. The lower left apartment was Mr. Keith's. Remember him? The maintenance man? We stayed in his apartment. The building is still in good condition, but the cupboards and cabinets need help. The particle board has swelled after all these years, and the drawers no longer work. The building behind "Mr. Quail's place" is a cafeteria on the ground floor with girls housing up above. The boys are in the building that the nice Philippino lady, I think her name was Ramie, who taught typing lived in. And there are a couple guys in the apartment in th...
Praying!! - Julie
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