Missed Calling

After our chicken run to San Pedro Sula, we returned late to the clinic in the mountains. A car stopped just after our arrival and we were greeted by a local farmer with a nice machete wound. Being the only other person around, I ended up assisting. Turns out I may have a natural aptitude for such work according to my missionary friend Lisa. I figure I got used to it with the many witnessed battle wounds in the model making world of K-State Architecture.