Norman got his handbike....

For those of you who followed the trip to Malawi this summer, you may remember a story about our friend, named Norman. He lost the use of his legs with Polio as a kid. We would see him every day sitting outside of a store in town where he sat each day making money as a beggar. Some beggars were pushy and rude, but Norman would smile the most humble smile each and every time.

Jill (team member and my step-sister) would noticed him most often and she had a tug in her heart about helping him out. We found out about a place that would make a hand bike for him as well as fit him for knee and elbow pads for when he is walking around...using his hands to scoot his body along the road. Our team gathered together and took him to the office.

The bike was supposed to be made by the time our team left, but it wasn't. We left knowing that one of the pastors was going to follow up for us. Since our return we found out that the doctors at the office acted like they didn't even know what the pastor was talking about when he went back to claim the bike. Long story short.....after a long battle of breaking through the shady ways of the system....Norman got his hand bike.....