(Posted in Ministry Stories by Stephanie Pridgen on 5/6/2010)
I don't know exactly what we expected walking into his home, but I know that it wasn't what we found.
The tent seemed to exhale as we opened its door, and it expelled a torrent of heat as we entered. I could not begin to imagine staying inside these tarpaulin walls all day as sweat instantly formed against my skin; yet, this is Evansbord's life everyday.
The tent seemed to exhale as we opened its door, and it expelled a torrent of heat as we entered. I could not begin to imagine staying inside these tarpaulin walls all day as sweat instantly formed against my skin; yet, this is Evansbord's life everyday.
Evansbord was taken to a witch doctor at two months old. Before me was the result of this choice by his parents. He was lying on the tent floor, knees to his chest, feet crossed flat against himself; he has spent 15 years in this same position.
Aside from moving his arms, his head and a few grunts, Evansbord was immobile and mute. Little did he know how his life was about to change. Little did we know how our lives were about to change... read more here.
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