Shots fire off. One. Two. Three. Screams are heard, a body flails. A boy is injured, bleeding, dying. A police officer is on the other side of the barrel. The kid. Should not have been there, should not have been doing that, should not be that. Stealing, fighting, vandalizing or just having dinner equals a shot to kill?
The bullet entered the chin and lodged deep next to the spinal column. Unable to speak, unable to react, struggling to just breathe he lay there alone. Who will speak for him?
The first hospital has no vacancies, the second hospital has no vacancies, the third hospital requires massive money just to enter the doors. Where does one get large amounts of money in the middle of the night? The fourth hospital has no vacancies and no doctor that could treat him anyway. Back to the previous hospital, finally with money in hand. It takes 30 minutes to get the boy inside. After a few simply tests it is determined that the boy is critical and must go to the next city for treatment. A five hour trip turns into 8 hours because we have no ambulance driver yet. Who will care for him?
The fifth hospital accepts the boy. But where are the doctors? With no staff available, the boy continues to struggle to breathe, blood continues to fill his neck and still he has no voice. Hundreds of patients no doctor no supplies. Who will see for him?
12 hours later…30 hours since that bullet smashed through his face…he is in surgery. 50/50 is what they say. The officials turn their heads. Who sees this life? Who will take action for this life?
For those who don’t know by now, Lawrence was shot by a drunk police officer in Butuan City February 13. He has undergone three surgeries so far with still one more additional life saving surgery needed. Please pray for Lawrence, for the Butuan City police department, and for the doctors who will be operating on Lawrence. Please also pray for the children still in the street.
