Monday at Nabo Jibon was an absolutely amazing day. It was the first day back after a prayer meeting dedicated to praying for each others different homes. I spent all of my morning with the handicapped boys (minus a little chapel time). Every single one of them had a good day. That has never ever happened before in all of the days I've been volunteering at Nabo Jibon. Usually there are at least 2 or 3 kids that are having bad days. There is even one boy, Ragiv, who always has a bad day. He is partially blind, not very coordinated (although he can walk), and usually needs a lot more attention than he gets. Whenever he is upset about something, he lets out a loud, high pitched wail that can be heard from just about anywhere at Nabo Jibon. Sometimes this will be accompanied by him smashing his head against whatever he is mad at (either a person or a door he cannot get through). The wailing generally occurs multiple times every hour. If he cried out a single time on Monday, I missed it. Then there is Sonu, a boy that is often upset anyway, but had particular reason to be upset on Monday. He was showing signs of possible epileptic seizures (I don't know how they judge that), which he periodically suffers from. The brothers wanted to prevent him from hurting himself if he went into one, but couldn't have a single person dedicated to watching him. Their solution was to tie him to a seat or into his bed. I've seen him tied down before, and he absolutely hates it. Those tend to be the worst days for him. On Monday, it didn't seem to bother him. He just sat there quietly and enjoyed his interactions with anyone that happened to stop as they walked by. All in all, an amazing day and a real answer to prayer.
Tuesday was less amazing. Really, it was a fairly normal day. Then again, perhaps that is to be expected, we hadn't gathered together as a team to pray for our respective homes.
Then there was today, when once again we failed to join in prayer. The day was fairly normal, right up until lunch. During lunch, Robert (one of the boys) decided his food wasn't enough, and bit into the arm of the boy next to him. That boy screamed out, and several of us rushed over. He was really clamped down, so it took us a bit to get them apart. I had never seem Robert upset before. Usually he is one of the best behaved boys, but not today. It took me and another grown man to wash him, change him, and get him into his bed. As soon as we were done with all of that, he settled down.
The contrast of these three days is astounding to me. It certainly makes me think that our team needs to come together in prayer more often.
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