Fr. Marc (founder of Pwoje Espwa orphanage) came to me with a problem. Several of the children in the village are suffering from horrible toothaches and we have no way of easing their pain besides giving them some ibuprofen. He asked me to go into town to find someone who can help. The next morning, I hopped on the dirt bike with my right-hand man, Fritzner (the boy who’ll be running the marathon with me) and headed into town to search out any and every dentist I could find. We visited six dentists in under two hours, not including the three dentists we met at the General Hospital where they only pull teeth and nothing else. They all gave me their prices and worked to convince me why I should choose them to be our “go to dentist” for our 640 children. Their prices ran the gamut, as did the services the dentists able to provide. At the end of the day, I found the perfect dentist. She even agreed to come to the orphanage for consultations, tooth pullings and training sessions on good mouth hygiene.
They were all very nice and took time out of their day to talk to me with no advanced notice. Two dentists, left their patients in the middle of a procedure to sit down and speak with me. It’s amazing how the color of my skin seems to command immediate attention in this country.
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Will:
This is great news. Thanks to you, there will be less pain. Hope it all works out and please share results!
Steve Allen
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