The water coming out of the ground last week, establishing that the windmill worked was cool. The villagers rushed with their buckets to collect it and stayed up all night, not wasting a drop. This was not the true miracle or pinnacle, that occurred before we got here.
Another village was designated to us who were desperate for water. They had three dry holes drilled. The mission was forced to pass by them and try at Nala. The first three holes drilled in Nala were also dry. It was this hole, the fourth that finally struck water. I would have loved to be there at that moment. The rest now is just work and we are just finishing up painting the holding tanks and filling in a trench. I cannot help but feel remorse for the village that had to be passed over.
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