This week instead of fires there were floods. Same neighborhood. The flooding is seasonal though and therefore expected, so it was less of a crisis. Because of the fire, I had another chance to be a medic. Em Tho had either a nasty scrape or a burn that got infected, so I cleaned it for him, but I only had my small fist aid kit at the time. I said I would bring my bigger one to church to do a better job. When I did, Em Long and Em Tho got a little curious about the contents of my bag and started pulling things out. Em Long pulled out my stethoscope, looked at me in surprise, and asked if I was a doctor. Then he, Em Long, Em Tho, Anh Teo, and Anh ca Tien had a great time playing with the stethoscope. The youngest of them is twenty-one. I've never seen so many young men in there twenties so fascinated by a stethoscope. They couldn' tfigure it out though. Anh ca Tien tried to listen to Em Tho or Anh Teo's heart and concluded, "Chet roi," which basically means "dead already."
I tried to send pictures again (hopefully it worked...was Allison able to post them?) so today's email is short. It was a good week, but nothing happened that could quite top the fire story anyway.