Beyond Borders by Caspian Tredwell-Owen
No, and that's us, right? We drown it. Kill it. Numb it, anything
not to feel. You know, when I was a doctor in London, no one ever said 'medahani'.
They don't thank you like they thank you here. 'Cause here they feel everything,
straight from God. There's no drugs, no painkillers. It's the weirdest, purest
thing - suffering. And when you've seen that kind of courage in a li... ...
in a child... How could you ever want to do anything but just hold him in
your arms? You remember that boy in London, JoJo? He was my first save, 10
years old. So thin he could barely stand. But he still found the strength
the bury the rest of his family. We have no idea what courage is... He used
to write me little notes. He helped me in the clinic. He was good. He was
sweet, he was good. He wanted to be like me, I liked that. I mean, it was
silly and childish, but it made me feel good about myself. So I took him with
me to London, you know, my talisman, my courageous Africa... How could I be
so bloody stupid? How could I be so totally selfish? The point is... he was
my friend. He had a name. So now I HAVE to remember him. If everybody I lose
has a name...