The Man with the Small, Pink Flip Flop
I walk into the home for the elders of Zambia and observe that there are stray dogs everywhere. They are coated with flies, missing chunks of flesh in their ears or body, and extremely malnourished. I act as though I cannot see because I am not allowed to touch them, but they won’t stop following me around the grounds of the nursing home. I see the broken windows, and residents unclothed, dragging themselves on the ground to get into the outdoor showers. We walk into the outdoor activities building, beginning to clean the tables, chairs, and floors. I pray around the grounds of the...