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Moving a mountain for Musa


I have great news -- we are very close to our goal for Musa! We raised enough in just one day that Ruth can give the hospital a "good faith" payment for the first surgery. As far as I know, Musa's first surgery will take place this weekend. Then he will be in the hospital for observation for 7-10 days before having the second surgery.

We need to come up with just a few hundred dollars more to pay for the hospitalization and surgeries, and I'm hopeful that we may even come up with a small amount to give to the family for any additional living expenses Ruth incurs while in Ghana, or to help them when they return to Freetown, since she has given up her income to take her son to Ghana.

Donations have been coming in since my initial plea -- and I am so moved by the generosity people have shown. I've set up a PayPal account, too, to make it easier to donate; just click the button in the top right-hand corner of my blog.

Growing up in Sierra Leone is hard enough for even the healthiest of children. Again, I feel that if we can all give just a small amount -- and perhaps pass Musa's story on to others who may feel called to give -- we can give Musa an incredible gift.

I feel strongly that just showing this family so much love is changing their lives -- and you never know how far the ripples of love and generosity may reach!

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