Around 9pm on Thursday October 25th I went down the hill to see if I could check my e-mail. There were still many of our Iris children hanging around at the place where we sit to pick up the wireless reception. I sat down with my computer and one of the boys named Jordan came and sat next to me. He then proceeded to tell me how he had gone out to the village today with some money he was given to buy some clothes. He was attacked and hit on the top front of his head with a knife by a bandito … a thief. The bandito stole all his money and a jacket. One of the nurses treated his wound but they are planning to take him to the hospital in town tomorrow morning. Pretty traumatic for a young guy … I am guessing he is about 12 or 13. So he sat there with me and looked at things on the computer until I was ready to return to my room. I prayed with him for healing, for the bandito’s heart to be softened and to repent, for Jordon to be able to forgive the bandito so bitterness would not take root in his spirit and that fear would not get a foothold in his life and more. It was a sweet time. As I got up to go he handed me a mango. He had two and he said that we should share, that I should take one and that he would have one. I kept saying no, no that he should keep it but he insisted. How humbling that was … what a treasure I was handed! This child who had been beaten and robbed was determined to give me one of his mangoes. In town I could get mangoes for the equivalent of just over $1.00 per kilo. This mango … priceless.