June 23, 2021
June 23, 2021
I met Ruth and David(Rusnah and Daud) in Tok Pulou kampong when they were in Peace Corps, Malaysia in 1967. I lived in a nearby village town, Ayer Hitam, and I fondly remember our many adventures together. One in particular stands out: David came down on his motor bike to take me back to his village one night because a child in his village was sick and the parents were reluctant to take him to the hospital or clinic for fear he might die there.
The kampong was dark when we arrived, and after seeing the child, thin, dehydrated, and feverish, we tried to convince the family to take him in the next day. They did not, and he died weeks later. The episode was sad, but would be repeated over and over, despite Ruth and David's best efforts. This was 53 years ago, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. And much more.
Deborah and I have lost contact over the years, but the memories stand out, as they always do. For some reason, maybe intuition, I was googling David Wolf and found his obituary. I am so sad for Ruth, and Ben, and Eric. When Ruth reads this, please email me at Waterman1@gmail.com or call 2023657874
The kampong was dark when we arrived, and after seeing the child, thin, dehydrated, and feverish, we tried to convince the family to take him in the next day. They did not, and he died weeks later. The episode was sad, but would be repeated over and over, despite Ruth and David's best efforts. This was 53 years ago, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. And much more.
Deborah and I have lost contact over the years, but the memories stand out, as they always do. For some reason, maybe intuition, I was googling David Wolf and found his obituary. I am so sad for Ruth, and Ben, and Eric. When Ruth reads this, please email me at Waterman1@gmail.com or call 2023657874