I was instantly overwhelmed with panic. I ran out of our little house and into the base to find someone to help me figure out what to do. Luckily, our base leader Judy was a nurse before joining YWAM. At this point, neither one of us really knew what was going on, but we were both assuming appendix. He was laying on the floor right inside the door of the house, almost in tears because of the pain. He wasn't breathing well, he was panicking, and every once and again his body would just seize up with the pain.
Sarajevo, Bosnia. It's a beautiful city. In my opinion, at least. If you look close enough, you can see all the bumpy scars left from multiple wars - both in the physical and in the emotional. There's so much hurt left over from a country that was torn apart. To outsiders, it looks like no … Continue reading Sarajevo Round 2