The phone call came shortly before 6 p.m.  He was very sick.  I told him to come to Shiloh and we would give him money to go to the doctors.  When he arrived he was dreadfully ill.  Papa Jim gave hm some aspirin and some water.  Joseph went out and found a taxi.  He needed to lay down in the car.  I phoned his sister and asked her to come help him.  Soon he was on his way to get the help he needs.  We assume it is malaria.  He will probably spend the night in the hospital with an I.V.

They always do this.  It's universally the same.  No matter who, no matter what.  They never come to us until they are deathly ill.  We keep right on lecturing them about not waiting so long for help.  But nothing changes.  They don't want to bother us.  Such is life.