My name is Zelalem Dubale. My two older siblings
and our mother were left alone when my father died many years ago. One of my
sisters died a few days after I was born. My father was a farmer for many
years. He and my mother never wore shoes while farming. He left no income or
treasures for us when he died.
One night when I arrived
home from the woods, I saw a small wound on one of my feet. I thought that it
was an ordinary wound made by the thorns just like other times and ignored it.
But the wound continued to cover my foot and it continued to get worse. My foot began to swell. I was not sure what was going on but
thought the swelling was because of the injury that I had before. But it turned
out to be much worse than this.
One friend told me something that rekindled hope in my heart. My
friend told me about a place that provided free foot treatment and said he was
sure if I went there that I would be healed in a few months. I had to think
about this deeply. From my home, I had to walk for hours and hours to get to
the Arba Minch hospital. Walking to Wolaita Soddo could take days. But now at
least I knew where I could be healed. "Click Here to Read Zelalem's complete story"
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