And the wind's that blow remind me...

...of what has been, and what can never be.

I am coming home. June 10th....almost 7 months early.

For those of you who know why, you were right and I should have come home immediately. For those that don't? Just understand that I wouldn't have ended this experience for anything that wasn't unbelievably serious.

But I still have 10 days...so let me tell you about Enoch. Enoch is a 13 year old who lives in Korogocho. He is the little kid who rapped for me my first day into the slums. Since then we have become fairly good friends. Yesterday I tramped around for a good half an hour looking for him through the informal settlement until I found his mother. She invited me into her home and we talked...and I remember why I came. His father was murdered, his mother makes almost no money selling beads in the slums, and he takes care of his 3 younger siblings - and the kid still always has a smile for me. He and his friend found me yesterday to sing for me. I visited another 4 or so bedridden clients that all had smiles for me, that all were going to talk about my visit for days after I left.

Thats why I came to Kenya in the first place.

On a side note - I am fairly upset at leaving at this crucial time in my medical career. The clinic has decided to train me to be the new doctor (this is soooo illegal) so now I get to wear a lab coat and diagnose people (the doctor is always sitting there in case I mess up but still). They call me Dr. Muzungu. Its awesome.