At the moment, I’m sitting in the post-anesthesia care unit (PACU) and the PACU nurses are giving an IV to one of our female patients who is about to have an operation. Her name is Rashida. She has just told us that she has her hand injury because she broke a picture frame and her husband beat her with a bamboo cane. She was crying earlier from joy and told us that she would pray for us because our medical volunteers are caring for her. Rashida also just offered to give us her 11 year-old son to adopt so that he could have a better life. Carrie, recovery nurse, is sitting next to me crying quietly — the depth of Rashida’s suffering was too much for Carrie who is also a mother. She had to move away from the bed so that Rashida would not see her tears.