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where we lived, a place where the Church of God has a small jungle hospital and airplane for the indigenous people. We had two patients who needed to be transported to Tegucigalpa, the capital city, for surgery. No roads serve Rus Rus; it can be reached only by plane. An old man from a faraway


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village had a serious problem; the family said he had a fi sh bone stuck deeply in his throat. The local doctor could fi nd nothing, however, so he needed to go to a larger hospital with better equipment for a diagnosis. The other patient was a man


who had injured his knee and could not walk. This is a big problem for a man who makes his living by working in the fi elds planting beans, rice, and


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ne day I was in Rus Rus, the village in Eastern Honduras


bananas. If he cannot work, he cannot eat, so he would die, along with his family, if he became permanently disabled. I placed these men in the


airplane and fl ew them 225 miles over the mountains to the capital city, and we placed them in the hospital. Both patients were there for a month. The old man eventually died, but the other man was completely healed through surgery. I remember the day I fl ew


back to Tegucigalpa to bring both of them home. The old man’s body was in a plastic bag. It was so sad. I carried him in my arms and placed him in the plane. Then I tied his cold, stiff body to the fl oor with a rope, so he would not move during turbulence. This was one day I cried while I fl ew the plane. The other man was seated on the other side of the plane. He


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was healed and going back to his fi elds to work. This was the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. With God’s help we saved


one, but we lost the other. I also remember when I fl ew


two women who were ready to have their babies. Both were young, perhaps 16 or 17 years old, and both had problems in childbirth; they needed a C-section. I fl ew them to a hospital 75 miles away, left them with the doctor, and went to a nearby village where I was to preach. When I arrived in the village, I received a call on the radio. One woman had her baby with no problem; she was ready to go back home to Rus Rus. Unfortunately, the other woman died in childbirth, and her baby also died. Once again, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.


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