The Silent Emergency in Ethiopia

The southernly winds from Manchuria were strong and bitterly cold. I battled these unforgiving elements while driving a large vehicle loaded with charcoal and rice destined for numerous orphanages primarily populated with Amerasian children. The vast space of undulating rice paddies now frozen and filled with leaches provided limited access to the outlying villages desperate for the fundamentals of life: warmth, food, and medical services. This description depicts my humanitarian experience in K…