

I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. -Isaiah 6:8 (KJV)
After leaving Kolladam, the group went to Yenattavedu. This is where the church is dedicated in memory of David Miller. The group was warmly welcomed by Brother Protop and the other families. The village sends their greetings back to the United States.
The group is looking forward to getting back to work at the clinic. Sister Jeanette is leaving the group for a few days to visit Anne Walters in Ooty.
The group traveled to the temple at Tirumala on Saturday. It is the second largest religious pilgrimage site in the world. Worshipers wait in line for anywhere from 15 hours to 2 days just to be able to see a god statue for less than five minutes.
On Wednesday night, the group had the chance to witness a wedding in the ashram. Since the groom formerly worked at Good Shepherd, Henry let him have the wedding there. Although they arrived late because of their work at the clinic, the Americans were given honored seating in front of the bride's family. As an act of goodwill, the Mausolf family was kind enough to loan the happy couple two chairs from their living room.
Monday was a busy day in the clinic, with about 50 patients coming for therapy. After a bit of a learning curve, we developed a system of triaging the patients, evaluating all, and treating those who were most in need, or who came from far away. The students were able to observe (very brief) evaluations, assist in establishing the plan of care, see x-ray films and MRI films, and provide some treatments. The variety of patients that we are seeing is really wonderful. We are treating young babies, and older adults, and everything in between. We have orthopedic and neurological conditions including head injury, stroke, arthritis, back pain, and muscle strain. Monday evening we worked late in the clinic and came back to eat a late dinner and sleep. Still our spirits are high, and we feel that we are making a contribution to the mission. We had some delicious Andhra Pradesh mangoes for dinner Monday. We are enjoying being in India for peak mango season. Erin had to learn how to eat a mango "Indian style", and apparently it takes a village to teach the technique!In the evening we were fit for our sarees. We purchased saree fabric in Chennai, and the tailor will now make the material into sarees. Tuesday morning was again so busy. About 25 patients came to the clinic, and when you put three PTA students, two PTs, a few translators, family members and patients in a small clinic it can be a bustling place for sure. At one point, the general ward attached to the PT clinic was nearly full of waiting patients!
Pictures to follow!!
This has been an awesome trip. The group members were nothing less then awesome. The sights, sounds, and yes the smells of India were awesome. Our family and friends at Good Shepherd Mission were and are awesome.
As the son of an Air Force Chief Master Sergeant I led a bit of a nomadic life growing up. When you grow up like this you come to realize that home is not a specific unchanging geographical location. Home is family. Where ever family is, home is. So for me and I also think for Susie going to Good Shepherd Mission (GSM) was going home. Home is where family is. Yes I am thrilled to be back with my family in St. Joseph but it was also hard to say good-bye to my family in Puttur.
I watched Laura learn and remember more kids’ names then I ever could. I watched Chad and Tom leading 40 kids in a Conga line and causing a near riot. I witnessed the ever steady Connie praying with villagers after Gospel meetings. I have seen several of our youth, Joe and Reese along with Sirish, learning how to play cricket with the mission boys. I watched Joyce wince just like an Indian mother or grandmother at the pain an immunization causes a child. I listened as Susie spoke a heartfelt message in the village of Kakavadu. I laughed as Annetta and Ashley played a tag like game (without knowing the rules) with the mission girls. As a group we ate foods we never thought we would and hope never to again. I witnessed a team of believers who with love and compassion in their hearts shared two weeks with family and friends at GSM. We laughed a lot; we cried a lot, we were a family with family.
This was a great trip. This was a great team. As you can see from the pictures and from the members’ comments all in this group were touched and changed by Good Shepherd Mission. So, I believe this will not be the last trip to GSM for most of this team. So the next time they travel they too will be going home. Home is where family is.